Pangs of phantom pains pulsed from Mitch's arm, yet all he could do was laugh.
His dominant side was right, meaning he blocked most attacks with his right arms.
It was also his right arms that were the most hurt. They lacked skin and muscles in many places.
Well, one lacked everything.
The lion had crushed the bones and ripped off any remaining tissue and fascia.
What remained was half of his forearm.
Mitch ripped off his clothes and started wrapping them around his wounds. The battle might be won, but he was still bleeding.
He then choked the blood flow to his ripped-off arm, hoping to not bleed to death.
Katherine's attempts to talk to him turned into a faint buzzing as his vision was starting to blur from the combination of pain and the blood loss.
He kept swaying as he climbed the hill, focus slipping and head throbbing.
