Luneshale Pass pantano

there is only adrenaline, the roar of blood in his ears, the powerful thrum of his heartbeat in his chest.

a flash of teeth —

the pain is secondary, a mere brush of a thought left go as blood burns his eyes as it drips over his face, the scent of it — presumably his own but it was also every where — clogging his nose.

shock drives him to a feral frenzy, teeth seeking to find purchase to his attacker. to anyone who was not the pharaoh's forces.

the assessment of his wounds and their severity would come later. later, after the battle was won.