Ryan let out a muffled groan, but he didn't scream.
As a seasoned fighter, he knew the most important thing now was to keep guarding against the arrows around them.
Soon, when the small holes in both walls stopped firing, everyone finally let out a long breath.
One of Shane's soldiers quickly pulled out something like a first-aid kit and started treating the others.
Everyone except Ethan and Shane was hurt, and Ryan was hurt the worst.
An arrow had hit his right knee. It went straight into the flesh and lodged in the bone.
With his usual reflexes, he could have blocked it in time and, like the others, only taken a light wound.
But Ethan's sudden step back had pulled most of his attention, and he didn't react in time.
Now Ryan sat on the ground, staring at the arrow in his leg, his face twisted in pain.
What made it worse was that, in his eyes, the weakest one—Ethan—was standing there without a scratch, looking down at him.
