[At first, he's almost sure it's an apparition. A spectre, a demon. Such horror presents this figure, battered and bloody, that Iskandar has trouble recognizing it as human. Looking more like those horse-beasts they thought with...

The voice. It's the voice that reveals who he has in front of him.

No.]

Sweet Rea, mother of Gods!!! Cú Chulainn! What happened?! Bah! Don't answer! It matters not now!

[There is a couple of spells he could use right now so he does but they barely make a dent. It's a drop in the ocean of what is needed. Iskandar has barely started assessing the damage and already he's horrified. How it's possible this man is able to walk in such a state?! When it's a miracle he's even alive!]

Forget about the forge! I must take you to the hospital! A medic is what you need, not a blacksmith!