Swiftcurrent Creek cowpoke

Arric moved forward, his aim for the wound that was in the girls chest. He wanted to make her hurt just alittle like he did. This was a pain in the ass, but he knew well enough to know that this was what made or broke you in the wild. Live or die. So they were fighting for what was theirs. Even if it was hard. But he was lagging. His body was slowing, blood was flowing from all wounds.

but he would continue until Akavir told him to stop. That was the rules though unspoken. Akavir had taken his place as leader, Arric was to listen. Though he wondered if a retreat wouldn't be enough. These gang members had enough of a reminder he'd wager and were they smart they'd not stay around, not with the way the white one was leaking blood.