During this time, Sampson was checking over his rifle- making sure that no blood had clogged the mechanisms- when he heard the commotion upstairs. He sent a glance at the door he had just barricaded, the muffled noises from the undead coming from beyond, before heading upstairs. "What is going on here!" The Marine barked, unintentionally imitating an Orge compatriot he had met who frequently had to swoop in to save him from some... rather unsavory types he had come across as a child. He saw his most recent teammate pointing his shotgun at the swordsman he had just closed the door upon- how that man had ended up up there was beyond him- and threatening to blast him. "Care to explain what is going on?" He said, eyes darting back and forth.

"Next time don't expect me to save your lives again..." Eladar told him and walked off to the side towards the staircase.

"You really don't know how to say thank you... Do you???" asked Eladar, calmly standing up. His arm hurt like hell, but it wasn't a mortal shot and all it did was hurt, with no permanent consequences. "I save your life and you shoot me??? I am surprised you have even one ally, if that's how you do things..." Eladar told him, looking eyes, with that really cold stare, which told you you're screwed.

"I don't follow orders." said Eladar coldly. "I kill, kill and kill. That's what I was born for and that's all that I can do. Following orders wasn't a thing." Eladar looked at Red, "I wasn't trying to kill you, so there was no need to shot me, but the shot won't do any permanent damage so I won't keep a... How do you people call it??? Was it a... grudge???" Eladar got really carried away about those ridiculous things people call emotions.

"I am always calm." Eladar told Sampson. "Unless I am trying to figure out these emotions and feelings you people talk about. I still don't know if I should be filling pain."

"I am... happy??? That we sorted this out... If someone would tell me where to put my hand, to take out that bullet and how to stop the bleeding, I would be... grateful???" told them Eladar, still with no emotion in his voice.

Sampson sighed, and put away his rifle, approaching Eladar. "Stand still- the problem with shotgun wounds is that they simply tear you apart, considering he shot you with birdshot, it ain't going to be pretty nor easy to take out." The dark elf tore a strip of his own uniform off, and carefully bound the wound lightly. "Don't be doing acrobatics if you plan on living past tomorrow- especially if we can't find a good medkit."