Hoshi groaned as he was dragged behind cover.
It hurt. Itai! he thought, clenching his teeth. A stabbing pain that burned, it was in his right shoulder. Shrapnel, in all likelihood. It felt like a knife had been taken to him, buried deep.
"I'm hit!" He groaned. Already the hemosynthetic blood was trying to clot the wound closed, but it was just large enough to make it difficult. If the blood didn't clot, the Mindy he was in would stop it.
If all else failed... He was a medic, and even as he got to his feet shakily behind cover, he was ready to go another round or two.
"I can keep going for now, though." He said, activating the left forearm blade.