Weston clung to the bark of the tree, hoping he didn't reveal his location. "It was worth the risk," he mumbled under his breath.  He looked down at his bleeding wrist. "I knew I should have ate more this morning," Weston admitted.  "I can feel the effects of blood loss already. Without the necessary food amount, I can't replenish as much as I use. My blood clone is beyond reasoning." His concentration was interrupted with the smash of something from his left. "I can't afford to get in a fight now," He said. So, he retreated to his right instead of his left. However, upon his retreat he stepped onto a small branch, which collapsed under his weight, sending him to the forest floor below.<br/><br/>"This just makes my day," Weston states in hopelessness. Thankfully though he was in a bush which comforted his impact and provided as a camouflage for now.