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Before he found anything, he heard another scream. He charged over to where the scream had come from, dashing between trees. Arriving at the location, he saw a wounded archer with an arrow in his chest—luckily, he was still alive. Nicholas quickly ripped the arrow out and took out his last health potion, making the man drink it. The wound visibly healed, and the now healing archer opened his mouth: "I got a shot in," he barely managed to say, still heaving for breath as his lungs healed. "In the stomach, I think." The man fell, still out of breath, while the potion did its magic. Nicholas left the man to lick his wounds as he heard more yelling from his comrades all around him. Jake was still smiling to himself as he examined the arrow in his stomach. He considered ripping it out and dr

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