Victas

Victas cringes, gripping his leg, pained breaths filling the tent as you prepare to help him. You can still hear the hollars and songs of the soldiers outside, and pity the man in your tent for his stupidity. According to the man who brought him in, he'd managed to scare his horse and fall of, slicing his thigh with his sword. Shit.. how's it going..? He groans, voice strained