Delshyk took her hand and nodded, coughing blood as the crimson liquid dripped from his mouth. "I'm fine. come on, we have to secure this room." he reloaded his guns and growled as he jumped in the middle of the Wolf clan mass, unleashing hundreds of bullets into the heart of the group. he turned as his fingers jammed the triggers down, grunting in pain as he was smashed across the back by a rifle. he turned and shot him with the knife hidden in his sleeve. the more injuries he sustained, the more agressively he fought. as it was now, there was a huge chance he would die of blood loss. he wasn't covering the wounds, instead focusing completly on the fighting. when his pistol clicked out it's last shots, he threw it at the head of an enemy soldier. he was down to his rifle now. his finger never let the trigger up, even when he was shot in the leg, forcing him to kneel down on his left. he grunted again, but kept fighting. he shouted out orders, and now the soldiers fought with added ferocity at the sight of their bloody, wounded leader fighting against the numerous enemies, alone in the middle. blood dripped steadily from his mouth now, dripping from his chin. he wrapped an arm around his torso and stood, limping through the middle, throwing knives when his rifle ran out of ammo. he hit every target with unhuman accuracy, his eyes sharp as he threw countless knives at lightning speeds, creating a stream of them. the Wolf soldiers were running now, pulling a full retreat as Delshyk's troops fired on them, continuosly bringing more down. finally, the room was empty, and medics swarmed around delshyk. he was carried to the roof on a stretcher, his arm, which was covered in holes, hanging off the side. the soldiers followed as HQ radioed that they were pulling out of the mission. Jack was right next to Delshyk, taking out medicine as he started treating his wounds. they got on a completly empty heli. the heli was the only one that hadnt taken off.