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Jarik is slumped against a destroyed pillar, his breathing awkward and painful. He nods in thanks to the Apothecary, tapping his pauldron once his breathing has been stabilized.

"I am fine.......go look after.....the rest of our men."

He grimaces as he repositions himself against the pillar, placing the bolter down next to him as he catches his breathe. He looks down at the blade that caused so much damage to his body, he admires the craftsmanship that can so easily bypass his power armor but also feels disgust to have been laid low but xenos scum. He decides that until the end of this campaign, this would be his new melee weapon and the finall kill will be that officer he dueled with. He would scewer that filth with its own blade.

He hears the orders being barked by the Iron Warrior, and though he admires his calculations he would prefer to remain on the move. But, his men need treating and he needs to give his body time to heal, if just for a moment. He decides to give the Iron Warrior the authority he needs for the rest of the squad to follow for now.

"Daon has command.....of our defense.....obey his orders.....until further notice."

He grimaces again at the effort to speak but decides he would check on the rest of the wounded. Jarik growls as he pushes himself up from the pillar, and slowly walks to the other wounded astartes to see what their state is like. He quickly does a head count of the remainder of his force.