The throbbing pain that had woken Axe up was the same thing that prompted him to drive a hand to the back of his skull and flinch in response as he probed the exposed borders of the wound with his index finger, feeling the rugged texture of its swollen edges before retrieving it completely coated in something wet and cold.
-Argh! – He mindlessly growled as his hazy eyes slowly focused on the dark viscous liquid that dripped down his appendage, the distant memory of Casheon knocking him out with some wooden device rushing back to his still disoriented mind.
He sat up with difficulty, trying to decipher the faint repetitive noises that he heard resonating directly ahead of him.
They were footsteps, he soon deduced, and the sound of something long and heavy being dragged against the snow
