Gulo looks over to the pile of stakes next to him, each one as sharp as a bronze spear. He attempts to get himself up, but his knee has gone rigid again, he grabs his javelin, he would not sit like a statue. He digs the head into the dirt, pushing himself up to standing position, the knee goes into the standing position with a sickening crack as pain shoots thru his body. He stays standing for a moment before falling inches from the fire with a low roar of pain.
