Malaki grunted, limping into an alleyway and gripping his torso tightly. He’d been wounded during the fight — pretty badly. Blood gushed through his thin shirt, and he suddenly regretted his confidence in its material. He slumped against the wall, letting himself fall with a thump. His entire body ached. “Shit.” He grumbled, digging his only roll of bandages from his bag. Dirty and wet, but they’d do the trick.