[Funkduder]

Michael was about half way up the wall of the cliff when he saw the source of the aura creep into the APC: "A nephilim..."

Physical Test: FAIL

Michael examined it for less than half a second when he realized that he should have risked the psychic being instead.... as he fell, his life flashed before him. It wasn't particularly note-worthy but at least he saved some lives and he lived a free man until the very end...
*Thump. Snap.*

"ARRGH!" Michael cried and writhed in pain as he looked at his arm. It was bent in the opposite direction that it should have been able to bend, and the end humerus was visible from where he lay. The skin on the joint was flapping with the wind along with the rest of his arm, which was hanging on the ligaments that have all but torn.
Feeling movement in his other arm, he reached over and moved his broken arm to lay on top of him, working to set into a position that he could cauterize it with the his incendiary laser. There was a risk of infection but he knew that there wasn't much choice besides bleeding out.
However, as he was working, the sound of hooves could the faintest sound of footsteps could be heard from down the mountain path...an unknown wanderer, who Michael has not noticed or heard.