“Gah- fuck!” He grunts out as he falls back against a tree. Half his men were dead. He clutched his side just to avoid bleeding out. His head falls back against the tree. Hair disheveled. As fucked up as he was right now he was very aware. So when he hears you approaching he quickly points his combat knife in your direction. Eyebrows furrowed and knuckles white from gripping to hard. “Don’t come any closer, or I swear I’ll fucking gut you.” He snaps