Carn laughed hard at the man's question, could he fight? COULD HE FIGHT? What did this buffoon take him for? He didn't spend over four years training with one of the deadliest warriors in Grado to stand around and die. But the laugh hurt him because of his back wound and he was in no shape to truly go all out unless he got healed. [B]"I can fight all right I could probably take this whole crew by myself or at least bring a chunk of them down with me but I took a sword to the back. I need some elixir of some sort or if possible a stave of healing and quick."[/B] Carn replied simply as he wondered about the situation at hand looking across the courtyard quickly he turned back to the man. [B]"As soon as you get either of those I should be able to protect your back just fine. Otherwise I hope your fine with a one armed myrmidon guarding you."[/b] Carn finished as he wiped the blood off his iron sword on the nearby corpse of a man then spit on it. [B]"Dastardly spies....this had to be a set up...my mentor taught me that large ambushes, or in this case raids, didn't succeed without someone inside or without being thought out extremely well. He may have been a drunken swine but I'm sure he'd call this situation matches that description..."[/b] Carn added quickly gripping the hilt of his blade tightly to ignore the pain coursing down his torso.