~ Third Person's Point of View ~
"Captain!"
"Climb up, now! Caaaptain!"
Ephor screamed on the top of his lungs.
However, he needs to threat the guard's wound. He has lost so much of blood which may cause into a severe and fatal infection.
He has torn apart the cloak he was wearing. He used it to tie his wounded leg as he can't treat the wound with appropriate equipment.
He looked at the suffering guard as he said, "Are you ready?" The guard replied holding his injured leg, "I am."
"1, 2... 3!"
"Ugh!" He exclaimed when Ephor tied it tightly.
His leg was painful to endure, hence, he yearned to stand and help the Captain of Royal's soldiers.
"Stay here and rest your leg! He can beat the undead without our help." He told him.
In other words, Ephor was craving for something sweet and juicy.
