[ Garviel doesn't give the town the pleasure of calling out in pain, as his own body fights to dampen the agony, and he will briefly reach out, trying to touch the smeared stuff. He suspects it is blood, and with the hostiles, it is time to go. He'll do his best to limp back to a door or a window as his leg is chewed up by insects, still reserving the chainsword for his final option. ]
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There is no pain, only duty.