The boy was alive, though hurt, the bolt having put him uncouncious but he looked like he might survive, if he got to people that knew what they were doing. The goblin that charged over looked a bit awkward and clumsy in his motions, but he dagger the wounds a few times, and a small shine touched the boy. As it did, the boy groaned, not getting up, but the wounds closing up some, if not entirely. He still looked he needed help, but not as critically as a moment earlier.<br/><br/>The crimson goblins were holding to their weapons, but backing away, hissing at Marric, but they had their weapons low, not aiming and not making any sudden motions. Among the slave goblins, 4 of them had now looted knives from the dead red goblins, and the others were watching the remaining reds as those 4 were tugging on the bloodied armors.