Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20170211223504/@comment-5543592-20170214001551

"Eh." Was Randall's only reply as he stepped back, patting the wrap down tightly in Harriet's wound. He folded thick arms and leaned against the wall, to watch whatever came next. He inspected his own wounds. Running out in front had made him a target, and he'd been winged a few times. They were all on the same side of his body, the side that had been turned towards Casamir's gun men when he'd been kneeling over Harriet. A graze on his arm, another on his leg, and another had torn through his neck muscle. The third was bleeding a bit, but nothing was serious. These were merely more additions to his other injuries though. The bloodloss and risk of disease would be slowing Randall down, and he was frustrated at how he'd allowed himself to be exposed.

Still, he couldn't have let the girl die, that would've been a waste.