{ Wounded Starters }
“Get on with it then!” Charles was not in the fucking mood to be trifled with at the moment. His arm wasn’t responding properly, and he knew that boded ill if he didn’t get it tended to quickly. He had been struggling to push himself back up when Billy had arrived – and he couldn’t even remember what he said, at this point. Pain was mulling him out, and his body was lodging too many complaints for his brain to wholly keep track of everything going on around it.
Clasping the other man’s arm with his good hand, he allowed himself to be hauled up and half carried from the fight – there was no point in dying needlessly. Charles never saw shame in a tactical retreat, and he was hardly going to start today.
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