Pushing himself up off the ground, Gideon grabbed his side as it ached at him. He could feel wet there and wasn’t sure if it was his blood or someone else on him. This was chaos. He could hear goblins war cries and pets screaming. It sounded like at least a few Elites had shown up now. Which was good because he didn’t feel like he could keep this up very much longer. Looking around, Gideon noticed another pet on the ground and took a step forward before feeling his knees wobble. Pain shot up his side and he finally looked down at his own hands.
He was cut rather badly up his side. Deep enough that Gideon was worried. Pushing both his hands into his own side the halfling shuffled forwards and sat down hard behind a tent that clearly had been on fire but wasn’t anymore. He pressed back against it and pulled his shirt off over his head. A low growl came from the back of his throat as he bunched up the shirt and shoved it hard against his side to try and stop the bleeding. He closed his eyes for a second and let his head fall backwards. He’d been in pain like this before. In the colosseum. This wasn’t the worst he’d been hurt in the past or maybe it was but he couldn’t let himself think that way. He pushed himself up out of the mud and looked around trying to find a clear path out. There wasn’t one.
