[h3]Nathaniel Harvard[/h3]

Nathaniel caught the knife, adjusted his mask, then proceeded to utter a yelp-like sound of surprise as the creature that had been trying to kill him earlier pounced on him. Or at least, the Infected version of said creature. He dropped the knife, much to his displeasure, and tried to kick the creature off so he could grab it. Eventually he grabbed the knife and was able to bury it deep in the creature's throat, killing it. He pushed it off himself but sighed as he realized how badly the creature had injured him. He wouldn't make it back to his tunnels in time if he wanted to heal himself the right way. He'd have to do it now.

He relented to his own thoughts and let blue magic swirl around him, simply laying there on the ground for a hot minute as he healed. The Infected were closing in now, but stayed back. Apparently, whoever the girl was had traps and the Infected knew it. [i]Lucky me. Lucky me. I didn't- AH SHIT! Fuck. Fuck. Fuck,[/i] He thought, looking down at his foot and realizing it was caught in a bear trap. He hadn't noticed it in the fray and only now did it start to hurt as the adrenaline wore off.