The Mission: Nagi, Schubert and Aric [Open]
Coherent thought was lost and jumbled cursing exclamations were all that was running through Aric's mind as the knife was driven into his thigh. He bit back his cry of pain, his fingers tightening around the hilt of the blade he still held - though it was now buried in the wood of the table. The pain was overwhelming, enough so that he had a hard time processing that his opponent had fled in pursuit of Schubert and that at this juncture he was helpless to do anything about it.
Aric lost track of time, his head leaning back against the table and eyes closed as he breathed through the pain. Pushing the pain to the back of his mind he reached across his own body to systematically pull the remaining knives to free first his other arm, and then those pinning his legs. He didn't allow himself to think about the knife embedded in his leg until he was free from the table, only then did he turn his attention to it - not fully able to muffle his agonized cry as he yanked the blade from his thigh. The wound was bleeding, but the knife had missed his femoral artery. He'd need medical attention - sooner rather than later preferably - but he'd manage for now.
He cast a glance around for Schubert or his friend with the flying knives, not that he'd be much help in his current condition. It didn't matter though, neither Schubert nor his opponent were within sight. Fuck. There went his bonus, talk about adding insult to injury. He shook his head, taking stock of his surroundings and limping toward the exit in hopes of finding one of his teammates.