"If we don't get your wound checked out soon, you're going to lose that arm," Ghost chides, and Királynö ignores him. The arm was useless anyway; all it did was hold her gun steady. She could aim just fine without it. And at the very least, it wasn't her throwing arm. She grabbed a grenade from her belt, pulling the pin and tossing it among a group of Hive acolytes. The grenade exploded, taking three acolytes with it, whom exploded into fiery shreds.

"Send a transmission," Kira barks, "call Kalimar. Tell him I need him here as soon as his warp drive will get him here. Bring a medical kit." Ghost flickers into her peripheral, blinking. "I don't know if he'll get the message when we're this far down," he says.

"Try anyway," Kira says, and readies her weapon. Clearing out the Temple of Crota was proving to be more difficult than she had been led to believe. Still, she had been well prepared, that is, until a cursed thrall had exploded a bit too close, pieces of its body lodging itself in her arm as she instinctively covered her face. A stupid move on her part, she was wearing a helmet for a reason, and now her arm was useless, hanging limp by her side as she tried to fight off the oncoming swarms of thrall and acolytes.

Now she couldn't move her arm, let alone feel it. She thanked the Traveler that it was numb, because the pieces of thrall were probably poisoning her slowly. "Damn it," she cried, fumbling to reload her hand cannon, "I need help here! Ghost, go back up to the surface, send that transmission!" Kira clicked the barrel shut, firing off two rounds into an acolyte. Ghost was reluctant to leave her alone. "I'm surely going to die if you don't go," Kira said, which was the tipping point for Ghost, who then disappeared.

She grabbed another grenade, pulling the pin out with her teeth and lobbing it towards the Hive. Hopefully the void wall would keep them away from her for a little while. She leaned against her rocky cover, sighing deeply. She grabbed her arm, trying to assess the damage, and winced, drawing in air sharply. "Worse than I thought," she muttered, fingering her last grenade. She didn't want to use it if she didn't have to, but she hadn't brought any throwing knives, and she only had a few smoke bombs.

Suddenly, she had an idea. She grabbed a smoke bomb and stood, tossing it at her feet. As it exploded, she grabbed her gun and ran. She didn't stop running until the Hive were far behind, and she kept running still. She was halfway to the surface when Ghost appeared, exclaiming, "Don't do that! When I saw that you were gone, I thought the worst had happened."

Kira chuckled half-heartedly, gripping her arm. "Sorry, Ghost." She slowed to a walking pace for a moment, catching her breath. "Did the transmission go through?" Ghost nods. "Kalimar said he'd be here to pick you up in about twenty minutes. He was already on the Moon, patrolling, apparently."

"Good," Kira replied, settling onto a rock outside the temple. She'd had to wait longer for help before, so when Kalimar beamed her onto his ship, she was thankful that he was nearby. "You've definitely saved my ass more than once," she told the broad-shouldered titan as he pulled chunks of thrall out of her arm. The sting of disinfectant was almost more than she could bear, and she grit her teeth hard, fingers clenching shut around her knee. He was light-hearted and easygoing, nodding and smiling softly as he bandaged her arm.

"You're going to be just fine. You called me just in time, though, I was about to head back to the Tower." He clipped the gauze and taped it down. "And this arm of yours, whew. You're lucky. Count your blessings that you get to keep it," he said. "You'd be a lousy hunter with just one arm." Kira chuckled, slowly flexing the fingers on her injured arm. They moved, but barely. That was a good sign.

"Thanks, Kalimar."