Hunter's POV
I wiped the blood off my face as we headed into the spring they called Kaleth in the tribe. Along with the other men I fought off, they washed their faces with the cold waters and some cuts on their faces. I gave them some nasty fight but I wasn't also spared of their ruthlessness.
I looked down on my torso and I saw Osiris' blade cutting through it. I frowned and washed the wound with water and some of the cuts on my chest and back. The spring turned a little colored of our blood but it washed away on downstream.
The atmosphere was no longer dark and unpleasant after we satiated ourselves in the bloody fight. I cupped water on my palms and poured it on overhead, letting it slid down on the side of face down on my neck. Like always the water here was remedy even in the vilest of the wound.
