When they arrived at the scene, which was bloody in a real sense.
Sonny noticed the four dead bodies the man talked about, and one person was badly injured, leaning against the tree, trying to hold his injured left arm.
The man's arm was half severed, blood soaked the ground, and the man who was leading them ran to him with panic on his face. "Don't die on me, Jake."
The man turned around at hearing the voice, and a painful smile curled on his lips. "Hey, buddy. You're back quickly."
Sonny and Killian walked to the man, and Killian spoke. "Can you move him?"
The man who was called Buddy nodded. "Yes, I think I can take him to the medical hall."
Killian nodded. "Yes, he needs to go."
Buddy nodded with a determined face and bent his knees to lift his friend around his waist.
The man hissed through his teeth, "Fuck, it hurts."
Killian ripped the hem of his robe and walked closer to the man and wrapped it around his upper arm where he was injured.
