The Cleric clutched at his stomach, gritting his teeth as he reached down and grabbed the shaft of the crossbow bolt having been shot into him.
" Hnngg!! "
Flesh ripped and torn as the Cleric tore the bolt out from his abdomen. blood gushing from the wound.
" Huff.. huff! "
Heavy, exhausted panting escaped from the young deer. his hands pressing into the wound. magic flowing from his hands and beginning to heal and fix the deep wound.
He'll survive.. but gods above the pain.

















