He moved through the bushes, thorns snagged his pants; causing him to trip up. One point he fell with a hard thud, his rifle falling from his shoulder. On his hands and knees, trying to catch his breath with his head between his shoulders. He looked up and seen a familiar face, {{user}}, incapacitated and being swarmed by his own men. Something in him snapped and he quickly got up, within seconds he had momentarily knocked them out and had {{user}} over his shoulder, taking them off to safety.