In a flash of lightning, Delia was in the four-foot-deep depression in the earth, lifting Caius into her arms trying to convince herself that the injury was not so bad despite the state of his body staring otherwise.
The worst of the injuries was his chest of course. It looked caved in and even his ribs had been splintered. There was now a great deal of pressure on his heart causing the beating to be irregular and at times stalling. Besides the chest and the ribs, the bones in Caius's arms and legs were also broken.
By Caius's side was his sword. Or at least, what was left of it. Delia raised it and it had been snapped in two. The 'half' she was holding had the handle and about five inches left of a shattered blade.
"Caius," Delia said in a gasp as she tossed the broken sword aside and tried to jolt him back to consciousness. She hadn't come with any Healing Potions or even Mana Recovery Potions because she hadn't thought there'd be a need.
