At the sound of Therdamin's staff striking, and the fall of the rogue, Septimus spent a half a second counting. Yes, that was all of them. Falling back from the darkness, back to where Tall Hakanis lay dying, he raised his voice, letting the authority of command slip into it for just the moment. Others lead here, that was true. But an untested group - That needed to be kept from falling apart. "Regroup, on me! Eyes open!" For a long moment, he looked about, before bending to tend to the wounded. Triage indicated to him that Hakanis was first.
Kneeling, he laid down his bloody spear next to Hakanis, and started to do his best to bind the man's wounds, unskilled in the healing arts that he might be, his eyes coming up to scan the alleys frequently. "Keep your eyes to the shadows, and out of the torches. We don't know if they had friends.. or competitors." Pursing his lips, he looked to the good Doctor. "They aimed the beast at you, dear doctor. Any thoughts?"