He's blasted in the back again and this time, he actually feels it, but the only way you could tell would be from the set of his jaw. He's too focused on what he's doing--and on shielding the three of them with his TTK, and rooting himself to the floor so he can't be budged, with a hand touched to the floor.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry..."

Tears sizzle away. He knows he's helping to save Paco's life, but it's still hurting him to do it, hurting someone who just saw their best friend die.

"Done!" The heatvision blinks off. "Tobias, help cover them, Slobo, keep Wyn alive and do whatever you have to do it, Wyn and what'syourname--Kyle? Take out the turrets and Wags and I'll work on the chompy things. And Cass, bandage up the stump, give him epi, and see if you can get him on his feet. Do we have any saline or lactated ringer's in the medkits? I took a smaller kit, I don't know what's in yours."

Another chomper appears near them, and Kon lets it chomp on his arm, breaking the grinding mechanisms, then rips it out of the floor and sends it into several of the turrets.