Scorpion grunts as he drops to the dry ground, grabbing an air hypo and stabbing himself in the chest with it.

He gasps, letting the fresh air and extra health fill his lungs and reinvigorate him. But, unfortunately for him, it's not enough.

"I'm okay, kiddo," he mutters as he coughs, breathing shakily as he peeks over cover to check the count of enemies.

"I can take them. Go on without me."