Ryder looked concerned as he stared at Arslan, blood dripping through his fingers as he tried to stop the bleeding from his wounded shoulder. "Shit, you good, bro?" Ryder asked, his voice laced with genuine worry for his injured friend.
"Hell nah, this shit hurts like a motherfucker," Arslan complined, his expression filled with pain as he took off his blood-soaked shirt, before he threw it in the direction of Julian who was cowed into submission by the overwhelming presence of the two. He sat motionless, his fear palpable in the tense silence that enveloped them.
"Eww, stop throwing shit at me," Julian recoiled, a feeble protest escaping his lips before he was met with a dual glare that silenced him instantly. "Shut the fuck up!" The unified order was said with a sharp edge, making Julian to shrink back, his gaze moving away in an attempt to evade their intense eyes.
