Thedas groaned when the sword was pulled out, obeying slightly. Eating what he could before he coughed, feeling hands lifting him off the ground. Groaning slightly in the agony of the pain that engulfed him, threatening to take him under. He knew the armor was a bloody mess, and that it was ruined he didn't care though he just wished for the pain to stop.

He knew the two men between him, that held him up as they continued the walk. Were doing there best to be gentle with the injured man that they were holding. Opening his eyes slightly to see piles of dust, he knew these used to be demons before they were killed the others must have fled after they saw there leader go down.