He stayed on his knee, the arrow sticking out of his shoulder like a trophy for everyone to see. He waited patiently for an arrow to strike his heart, thinking it was the end. But just as he braced for impact, He looked up to hear his ally shriek. He watched as she tossed the dagger, cutting the string. Smart, only to continue on to forcing the slave to his knee's. The crowd cheered for them both, him breathing out in pain. So much blood covering his body, it was a wonder that way more than half of it was other people. He bled more than most, it's true, but the amount of blood he contributed to the ground was astonishing. When she came to his side, he laughed some under his breath, seeing as Roark gave her a new title, as well as let them both live. The guards came over, Stripped him of his claymore, him not fighting them still. He was saving his strength for his next match. The would have another in a few hours he was sure of it.<br/><br/>As they got into the circle, the slightly insane healer stood over them."Well well, Bleeder and Smart mouth. It's so funny how that fits." He laughed a bit weirdly. Teraida remained silent he went to work on stitching him up, and removing the arrow."I saw the fight out there, you were quite good, though I don't see why they call you the bleeder. You should see the ones that don't suck..." He laughed, teraida closed his eyes and winced as he gripped the arrow."Now, you will feel a small bit of pain... nothing to worry about..." Teraida glared up at him with anger in his eyes before he nearly screamed, seething in pain. He growled angrily as blood poured from the wound in his shoulder."So let's see. Arrow to the shoulder, Spear to the other, Axe to your shoulder, and a cut on your arm. How do you do it. I wish I knew. It's a pleasure stitching up such prowess." He said softly, shoving his finger into the wound, teraida lost himself for a second, sending a fist into his cheek, The guards hitting him across the face with the blunt of their gauntlets.<br/><br/>The healer got up from his hit, anger seeping from his form as he got to his feet and shoved his finger into the wound again, pushing teraida against the wall."You wanna fuck with me, and bleed out you sad excuse for a rug? Pull that shit again and I promise I will cripple you for life. A leg is a dime a dozen here." He said with a sadistic smile, seeing teraida wreath in agony. He pulled his finger from the wound and got his special salve to go over it, just like his neck."Now then, You know the drill. Drink up, and you'll be fine in a few hours.." He said softly, completely composed again as he handed him the putrid substance. Teraida nearly puked again as he swallowed the mid way abortion. When he was finished, teraida shot him a glare and the guards lifted him up and took him to the next room, throwing him in and closing the door behind him.<br/><br/>Since the blood was drying, he felt himself weighed down by all of it. He calmly removed his pants, threw them on the table and lowered himself into the bath. He figured he would have his own room like last time, so he wasted no time in relaxing into the water. The warm water quickly went red from the excess blood. He remained in the water for several seconds, basking in the warmth, calming his tired muscles.