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The masked doctor noted with some panic that another wounded was brought in. Not because he felt any particular concern for the man, but because that's one less person fending off potential assailants. However, when the mention of poison was brought up, his ears perked slightly. This was new. Ranged weapons? One look at his hand and the wound that had been inflicted on it definitely meant a projectile. When Pandora noted she'll take care of Taylor while he was unconscious, Etzel bowed his head slightly. "I shall take care of his as best i can, milady." He said, taking out the syringe he had just put away, and sheathed his twin daggers.

First, he needed a sample. He took a swab, and wiped down Eos' dirty drunkard hands. Dear lord, there were so many contaminants. He diluted the small amount in a vial filled with a detection compound. The compound instantly turned clear. Highly acidic. That was not good. "Nope. Not good at all." The doctor began muttering to himself. He whipped out a piece of paper, tearing off a small amount and dropping it in the vial. The yellow paper turned a deep crimson. Very concentrated poison. "Even worse. Hmm. What kind of poison is this concentrated? He's still breathing. Which reminds me." He stuck his syringe into another vial, injecting a small amount of blue-clear substance. "A slowing reactant. Poison won't spread as quickly." He quipped, not really sure why he was explaining this. "Now. What poison could this be? Cyanide... no... Cyanide can't be this concentrated. He'd die near-instantly. Cyanogen? No. Oh heck no. Hm. What is this?" He flicked the wound, and through a very trained eye saw small amounts of particles lift from the surface. Oh no. Acidity had nothing to do with this- it was just some form of liquid concentrate. What this was...

"Oh dear. This is very bad." He commented. Looking up at the princess, he tilted his head slightly "This is anthrax. If it had hit anywhere outside of the extremities, he'd-" he saw Eos' midsection. "WELL." The doctor shouted at the unconscious man. "MAYBE YOU DESERVE TO DIE FOR BEING SO STUPID." Nevertheless, he shook his head, and checked the pulse. "As I was saying. This is anthrax, princess. Unless I get the necessary items ready, this man is going to be vomiting blood and... well.. passing very liquidey byproducts. Feces."

"Symptoms... Lesion of the internal organs... loss of appetite... Oh, and the mortality rate of this kind of infection is about 60%." Etzel reported, while his hands were working on Eos' midsection. "I cannot treat him here, unless you have a biological lab. This is something that I need living agents to take out. I can only stall it's effects for now." Unless Pandora could destroy it. He wasn't sure about the mechanics of magic behind this- but it was worth a shot.