Flint walked over to the fallen knight in shining armour. Cracking his neck as his hands went into his backpack and took out the first aid kit within " someone throw me a bottle of alcohol I will need to clean the wounds." He began peeling off the armour wincing at the damage the man had sustained "Im surprised this guy could even stand" He grumbled as he removed some more soon having it all off. He looked to the cuts and holes "Well im no doctor but I think I can probably patch him up a little.... he might need a blood transfusion though.... which isn't so easy to do ..." Flint ripped at the mans clothes to see the wounds better, removing a needle and thread from his satchel and the rest of the bandage he had left.