Fight for your right Part 3

"Medics, treat his wounds but make sure he remains unconscious." Anvil said with a jagged breathing caused not by exertion, but due to a small dagger jabbed in his lung.

"Sir, you're wounded!" The first medic to arrive pointed out. She was a woman that seemed to be on her twenties, though judging by her tall stature it was easy to identify her as a heavenly rank hunter. She wore an unbuttoned lab coat that showed the business attire she wore beneath it which accompanied to her stern expression and her cold blue eyes sent shivers down what remained of Uriel's spine.

"This is nothing, our priority is to keep the subject alive for study and interrogation." Anvil said as he attempted to take out the dagger from his back, failing to do so due to his broad muscles.