Val felt a surge of energy pass through him, the ravager's blood on his hands feeling like tiny points of warmth and he would later swear he could feel Mercy smiling inside of him. It was a paltry feast, hardly worth consuming, but it was the first meal served to him and the act alone was enough to quiet Mercy for the moment. He had his own problems to deal with anyways, as three ravagers sought vengeance for the one he had killed. 

Val had survived this long by learning how to fight smart. When the man dived at him with a knife, Val immediately sidestepped to put as much of his opponents body between him and his backup. A knife fight, he could win, but a knife fight against a man with two gunmen as backup, he needed a better edge. A bullet clipped his shoulder, drawing a red line of pain along his bicep, but he was too busy slashing at the knife wielder to return fire just yet. He muttered a curse and started to reach for Mercy's power again, consequences be damned... when the ravagers as a whole fell to their knees.

He blinked in surprise, still keeping his knees bent and ready to move as his eyes searched for a new threat arriving to the battlefield. When all he could see was the ghost corp man waving to him to join the others now mounting on the strange dragon like creature. For the briefest of moments, Val hesitated, a glance thrown to the paths that led outside. He could escape... make it out... maybe even outrun the Ravagers with a little luck and a few bullets... but that would leave the Umbra visitors to the Ghost Corp. Not as bad as the Ravagers, but still not great.

"Dust me," Val muttered, stashing his knife and casually aiming his handgun at the weeping ravagers. He might have felt something once for gunning down helpless men, but out here in the Dust, anyone you spared would just try to kill you tomorrow. He put two rounds towards each of the men he had been fighting, taking a moment to retrieve his rifle and dashing towards the dragon. He ducked low to slide underneath the incoming fire that would be aimed at his center of gravity, all but baseball sliding into the cover the dragon and vines provided. Like a cowboy out of some ancient story, he grabbed a fistful of... something on the dragon and used it to swing himself up onto the Wild.

Seeing the unconscious Wren, he reached out to grab ahold of the man, only to find a strange reptile covering the man's body, embers still glowing in it's blackened feathers.

"Whoa, buddy," Val said, "don't bite, just trying to help your friend." He wasn't sure if the creature understood the words, but he still reached out to hold Wren down and make sure he didn't slip off from whatever this dragon was about to do.