Amber held her rib as she limped, her arrow hanging loosely in between her fingers. She shot at a man who tried stabbing a guard from the back and tried her best to throw the crowded arena alive.
"Connor." She whispered when she saw the tip of his sword through a man's waist. The man dropped to the floor, allowing her to see Connor. He looked terrible, he was teetering left to right on his feet as he held what looked like a hole in waist. There were also many stab wounds on his arms and legs.
It was obvious to Amber that Connor faught on the spot, waiting for the people to come to him instead of attacking them. That tactic gained a lot of attention though as he was circled by many men, each of them attacking at the same time.
