Unit 23 groaned and nursed his arm, a deep bite mark was sunk into his flesh and the slig wiped off the slog spittle, if he didn't clean it in a few hours, he presumed the worst, infection, rabies, death? Still, for now he was ok, he was glad to have had people around him but it was odd, he had always worked alone for fear that he would never be backed up, he mustered up some courage and spoke to those around him,
"Thankyou...I thought...I was a gonner, I suppose you are right, we need to stick together, probably best form up in tight arrow head formation, torch bearers at front...Kipricat, careful with that launcher," Unit 23 cracked a smile across his face and walked back towards the team.
[M] Unit 23 walks to team
[E] Unit 23 checks wound for infection
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Oh yeah, fair point. Maybe he was just tortured until he lost consciousness.
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