His arrows were refreshed, with five sticking out of his quiver. His left side still hurt, but at least he now had some antibiotic cream on it to help after some unsightly colors began to ooze out of it. He had the last half of the tube tucked among his arrows. All was well, as his stomach rumbled and he searched for something easy and eatable to kill. He’d been hungry and hunting before. It was just part of survival to him, and this was possibly among the best fun he’d had in the arena. He loved to challenge himself.
But it didn’t take long for his own hubris to get the better of him. He was sure he was on the trail of what appeared to be a hefty rabbit when he suddenly found the ground give out beneath him. He hit the bottom of the hole hard, but he wasn’t about to let himself just *lie there*. He could feel his scabbed over wound on his side and his arm reopen, but the splitting pain was only temporary as he shoved himself up into a crouched position to face who else was in this hole with him.
@pebblexchiffon