Blood was dripping from the top of his head and started to go trickle down to his eyebrow. He lifted his hand to wipe the blood while holding a dagger made of mud in his other hand.
"What did I say, you got us killed Vorden!"
"Will you shut up, unless you want to fight the damned thing instead?"
On the floor in front of Vorden was a single defeated Rattaclaw, and next to it was another one unharmed and injured. When Vorden had arrived, he had encountered a Rattaclaw out in the wild.
Knowing that there were likely more basic beasts in the area and not wanting to attract their attention. Vorden had run into the closest building.
It was mainly a large empty warehouse with several broken crates and scrap metal piles all over the place. With only one entrance, he had no choice but to fight.
