Stepping around the various boxes and crates of explosives, Tyro started walking through the hall towards the bridge. Jogging to reach the bridge, he placed his Sniper Rifle back onto his back and stepped through the doorway to the bridge. Walking past his two brothers, he looked over the bodies. " Sir, he's not gonna make it without proper medical attention." he stated. Examine the bleeding wound he said, an edge of urgency in his voice "We need to get him some medical attention or he's going to bleed to death."
OOC: Tyro is no longer part of this RP. I will take over his character until a replacement is found.