Ignoring the arrows that flew past him, Kyle rushed towards the closest wooden hut he could find…or what was left of it.
He believed it used to be a hut because only two walls were left of it, the rest had been destroyed.
Selene followed him quickly, only to see large streams of blood oozing out of his abdomen's injury.
At the same time, the arrows that were still lodged in his arms shook with every rapid movement Kyle made.
It was only when they had left the open street and distanced themselves from the melee that he stopped for a short moment.
Shielded by the wooden walls, Selene looked around in the other two directions, while throwing furtive glances towards Kyle.
He looked ashen and worn out, while his breathing was growing labored, which worried Selene extremely.
She had never seen him so injured or out of breath and her heart ached to see him suffer.
