Just Like The Lion

Raegar stared at the small pain pill in his palm, hesitating for only a moment before tossing it into his mouth and swallowing it dry. A faint warmth spread through his body, dulling the sharpest edges of his agony, but the exhaustion still weighed heavily on him.

Gritting his teeth, Raegar reached into his magic bag, pulling out his tent with unwavering resolve, determined to set up shelter despite his battered condition. Every movement felt like a battle.

His wounds throbbed painfully with each pull and tie, and his muscles screamed in protest, making every task a struggle. By the time he was done, nearly an hour had passed. His ragged breathing and aching body cried out for rest, but the tent was finally standing.

''Fucking crocodile and its sneak attack,'' he muttered.