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Thinking that he heard something strange, Alexei glanced at the roof just before Victor crashed through. For a moment, before he registered what exactly happened, he thought that he was about to meet his maker. He still wasn't entirely relieved when he realized that it was Victor, but it wasn't the worst thing that could've happened. At least their enemies were as surprised as they were. He left that shield broken and instead absorbed the energy from it. Exhaustion was starting to make itself more evident. His eyebrows raised slightly when Valoel ordered the push, but he wasn't the commander, so he kept his mouth shut. Instead, he and the other medic seized the one soldier too injured to help themself and that had a chance of surviving. Together, they pulled them behind a new shield.
Alexei drew his pistol and fired at the rebels, his lip twitching. It wasn't the first time he'd seen people die, but he certainly didn't like being the definite cause. He swallowed hard, pushing the discomfort down. A bullet grazed his arm and ripped his uniform. Alexei glanced back and ducked behind the shield. He didn't stop trying to help, though, but he just took potshots when he had a chance. Hopefully, the push would be successful.