Arthur was about slice off another piece of venison for himself to show the wolf before him it was safe to eat, when a loud boom echoed through the night proceeded by a vibrant blue flash of light off to the west. He knew he should never turn his back to a wolf, but somehow, he felt the beast would not strike at him. Staring in the distance he knew it came from the stone village. Could one of the lightning bottles have burst? Or was this the work of sorcery? Either way people would most certainly be in trouble. It was his duty to answer the call to duty. Standing tall Felt something wet running down his side. Looking down at his injury he sighed. He must have reopened his wound, as a fresh stream of blood was trickling down into the waistline of his pants. He would need to take care of this first lest he injure himself further. Stepping up to his little fire, he pulled out one of the partially engulfed sticks. Giving it a good swing to extinguish the flame at the end, leaving a red smoldering ember at the tip. Taking a deep breath he pressed the glowing end against his wound, gritting his teeth and letting out a groan as he did so, and counting to ten before discarding the stick back into the fire. 

Grabbing his shirt off the ground he tore it into several long strips of cloth, using them to wrap his abdomen, before collecting his sword and sheathing it. Turning to look back at the wolf he smiled brightly saying "Enjoy the feast, noble creature. May you remember, that not all of man is thine enemy." With that he placed his right hand over the glowing handprint over his heart, a glow beginning to emanate from it, before waving his hand in front of him causing his body to be engulfed in an ethereal blue glow. As the light faded, it revealed an old suit of plate male armor, perfectly fitted to his frame. As he took off into the forest, following the signs of conflict he scooped his bow and quiver off the ground, clipping the quiver to his belt and slinging the bow over his shoulder. 

Even with his injury, Arthur made better time than he had expected. By the time he made it to the village chaos had broken out. At first glance Arthur wasn't sure who to fight first until he saw a man in yellow throwing, was that sand, in people's faces as he made a desperate attempt to slip away. Knocking two arrows as he ran, he raised his bow and bellowed "You there! Ruffian! Cease this madness lest I bring you rampage to a bloody end!" The sandman simply scoffed and lifted his fist at him, save for one of his fingers, in what he could only assume was supposed to be an obscene gesture. That was all he needed to see, and in an instant, he loosed the first arrow severing his finger from his fist. The man barely had time to realize the loss of his digit as the second arrow loosed, soaring through the air finding its mark. As the arrow inserted itself into the man's left knee, sending him tumbling to the cobblestone beneath him, a torrent of obscenities spilled from the man's mouth as he tried to decide which wound to grab, his hand or his knee. Dropping his bow to the ground he slowly approached the man in yellow, drawing his sword as he approached.  

As he reached the man, he desperately tried to scramble away Arthur brough his foot down on his left ankle drawing a scream from his mouth again. "Jesus Christ kid! I thought you were supposed to be a fucking hero! What kind of fucking hero cuts a man's finger off! Like what the fuck kid!" Kneeling down to match the man's eye level before tightly gripping the mans injured fist in his hand drawing another scream from him. He hated wasting his energy on filth like this, but he couldn't just leave the man to bleed like this. Focusing on his heartbeat, Arthur channeled his energy through his heart, down his arm and into the man's fist. It wasn't enough to fully heal the wound, but it was enough to stop the bleeding. The man's face went from anger to confusion as he realized what Arthur had done, and as he stood and began to analyze the battlefield, he could faintly hear the man behind him say. 

What so you can't grow back my finger? Come on asshole that was my favorite one!" 

Arthur scoffed before spitting back "Does thine petulance know no bounds. Scum such as thee deserve no pity for the outcome of thine deeds. Thee reaps what thee sows" As Arthur tried to turn his attention back to the battle however a sudden wave of dizziness washed over him, and against his wishes, his armor dematerialized into the ether. 'Dammit' Arthur thought to himself. 'I knew I should have eaten more.' Without sufficient energy he was unable to maintain his armor, nor use his magic. Now he was simply a man with a sword, and he had abandoned his bow to boot. What foolishness. He still had much to learn if he was going to survive this. Nevertheless, there were still civilians in danger. The best Arthur could do now was make himself the target. Taking a deep breath Arthur belted out his challenge.

"Come at me you ruffians! I, Arthur Pendragon, shall not stand idly by as you have your way with these people! Any who wish to take advantage of the weak and helpless, shall answer to me!" Even without his armor, or his shirt for that matter, Arthur was still confident enough in his sword skills to at least by the people of this village time to escape to safety. "Have at thee!"