When the ground finally stopped moving Glaudio hauled himself to his feet and looked around himself to see several people who seemed to be alive. Checking to see that he still had his axe and that the blood soaked strips of his shirt were still in place over his arm injury and the stump of his finger. Glaudio looked a mess dameged and worn boots, jeans covered in mud and blood primitive bandages over his wounds . His broad chest revealed old scars from old years of street fighting and his large tatoo of a bull's head on his back. he saw that someone had already got up too and he ran over to see if he could help thier friends.
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