MagCave

The necromancer stands there for a good long while, staring down at the spot on the floor at which Magtok now aims his handgun. He had thought that asking Magtok for help would be a trivial matter when he suggested it, but now that he's actually standing in front of the cyborg he's having difficulty bringing himself to actually doing it. He isn't utterly repulsed by assistance like Moon, but this was Magtok he was talking to. Getting help from him just felt...like a loss. He was admitting that Magtok could do something that he could not. While he is willing to admit that Magtok has a particular skill set that covers a few particular situations that his own magic can't, Saur isn't exactly thrilled about having to tell Magtok that he is ill-prepared to actually heal his Moon Called.

Eventually, he takes a long, deep breath and manages to swallow his pride for the time being.

"Moon's arm is too badly damaged to be properly treated under these conditions," he says, raising his gaze to meet Magtok's mismatched eyes. His morose expression informs Magtok of the torment that the necromancer's own words bring him. "I need your help."