Liohime Kitagami crawled to the other side of the large tree, panting and whimpering as tears formed.
While trying his best to hide his body by shifting his position away from the approaching attacker, he was in a world of hurt, unable to stop the blood from profusely leaking out of his left shoulder.
He glanced downwards, finally noticing the arrow with its head fully engrained into his flesh, and what felt like his skin being burnt to a crisp just wouldn't fade.
SHIT...SHIT, SHIT, SHIT!!
Grunting heavily with pain, the world became dizzy to him, and then suddenly, blood began to leak from his mouth and nostrils as he coughed and sputtered.
Wha….huh?
This nauseating feeling….this fogginess in his mind, this fatigue.
Hah….poison…
Liohime guessed that he had been hit with a poison-tipped arrow, one that would slowly torment him to death.
He tried to think of a way out, knowing that whoever shot him would inevitably come looking for his body.
