Ivan cried out in pain as Skylar yanked on his bad leg, freeing his ankle from the root. He knew it had to be done, but it still hurt like hell. His face was flushed red and his brown eyes carried a glassy glint which he hid by keeping his head down. Everything he did to try and keep going seemed to get him in a worse and worse situation. Ivan was definitely not looking forward to being carried like an infant,to say the least. He slid the arrow he was trying to free himself with back in his quiver, slumping forward slightly as he took in short, ragged breaths.