Oryx rushed to Martox's side got immediately to work without a word. He would not let another friend fall with his gifts in hand. The Undead Vanguard placed his hands on the open wound and allowed his allies blood to muddy his hands as holy magics did their best to heal. 

Oryx had gotten better with time, healing the wounds swiftly and locating the poison. The toxins were not rushing at a breakneck pace, but never the less it was a distrubing situation. 

"Damnit," the old skeleton muttered to himself, "really didn't expect to be right back in the action like this today. Not like this."