Chapter 80: Coulwater tower
"Thanks," the guard muttered with a pained grunt.
"Sorry, we just can't-" one of the two rangers muttered.
He was hesitating as he gazed between Irwin and the wounded guard he'd been trying to carry down the steep cliffside.
"It's alright! Run," Irwin snapped as he hoisted the wounded man on his shoulder, ignoring the pained outcries.
The two rangers shared a worried look, then turned and ran, slid, and climbed down the steep slope.
Irwin took a look up at the rapidly growing Frost Wyrms and shivered.
He followed after the two rangers as fast as he could without falling head over heels forward. The wounded guard barely weighed him down, which was why he had returned in the first place. Barely ten feet down, he and Daubutim had stopped when there were worried cries for help. Turning back, they had seen the rangers with the wounded, staring down with frightened eyes. None of them were capable of carrying the wounded down the hill safely. No. There were only three even remotely capable of carrying a fully armored, wounded man down.
Hutch, Daubutim, and him.
Which was why Daubutim was now struggling down a short distance ahead, a ranger draped across his shoulders, while Hutch was behind him somewhere, getting the other wounded.
It's a good thing there weren't any more heavily wounded, he thought as he leaned backward and slid down one of the steeper parts.
"Ugh, bloody… ribs- Gelwin's balls-" A pained grunt came from the guard he was carrying, followed by softly muttered curses.
"You alright?" Irwin asked as he attempted to continue down as fast as he could without the risk of an out-of-control slide that would likely cause him to break his neck.