Sleipnir could taste blood on his mouth - not his blood. There was so much chaos everywhere. Sleipnir had been trying hard to help as many as he could. He was used to injury - used to feeling like he was going to collapse from the pain and stress - this was nothing new for the android.
He had lost count by now, grabbing the next android. “Move it!” Sleip barked but he wasn’t sure if the other could hear him. He practically pushed the other out, glued to the spot due to pain - or fear - or maybe just the sight of blood...there was so much blood. So much everywhere.
Finally the other spoke. Sleipnir cleared them through the doorway. It was going to collapse in a few minutes - give or take. It was hard to determine. “Relax. We will talk soon.” Sleipnir continued to drag the other before he joined the remaining androids. Most of them were injured, some of them were still...too still. It boiled the android, caused his digits to shake - even as he held and guided the other - finally letting him go. “Stay here.” He demanded. Sleipnir was not of theirs. He wasn’t of the revolution by any means, just a by passer trying to do his part. That was the least he could do...he wouldn’t watch more people die. Not anymore.
Sleipnir turned, limping back towards the building with intentions of getting back inside - save as many as possible. He followed the sound of screams and crying - he had to get them out - had to do something. He couldn’t stand idle. Fire was engulfing the building now.
