After a moment, several injured warriors stumbled out onto the walk.

The other injured warrior here and myself would be greatly obliged for a little sustenance.

But it hit the ground with a concussion that flung him and the injured warriors into the air like limp bundles.

And with me gone, they have reason to try to move an injured warrior.

Blood gushed from the wound, and the injured warrior groaned.

Nervous but dogged, the injured warrior got his mouth working.

Two men came forward to carry the injured warrior to Tenaka's tent.

The injured warrior turned and stared with open hatred at the three humans.

When she opened her eyes the men had gathered around the injured warrior and were staring at his blood-covered hand.

The injured warrior plunged his dagger into the beast's back.