Day Three: Morning

[Minoshia]

"Oh God... Oh God." Minoshia whispered, curling into a ball, his smoldering carcass literally burning the clothes off his body. The fires had gone out, but the majority of his body was a charcoaled mess. His clothes were ripped and hung from his body, looking more like rags then clothes. One eye had been closed permanently, blood dripping from his right eye, sliding down his cheek and dripping off his chin. The Konat lifted his body up against the rock he had slid up against, managing to sit up and look into the bush that covered his body.

Coughing brought on immeasurable amounts of pain to his torso. Moving in any direction was almost impossible. The Konat had managed to drag himself behind a rock, under the cover of a large bush. He managed to lift his neck enough to look at his body. Fuck.... He didn't have the energy to simply think more then the one simple word that emitted into his thoughts.

In his hand were the binoculars, hanging from them and resting on his chest was the long rope that had taken the life from the leader of the group he had just departed from, the Android. Minoshia felt only distraught, he had turned his back again on the people that trusted him. But they had it coming, they were responsible for his brother's death, it was they. He had no regrets for what he had done. Business was business, and in a game where losing means nothing and winning means everything, he felt he had made the right decision. The young saiyan had spewed out everything inside of his torso, from food to his organs. In payment for his two kills came the well being of his body, which had been shredded beyond belief.

His satchel rested on the ground beside him, he dug his hand into it, ignoring the incredibly pain from the two missing fingers on his left hand. His index and his middle finger had been blown off his body and disintegrated into the explosion. The Konat had little recollection of what actually happened, just a massive explosion from the piece of weaponry Seventeen had toted, and next thing he knew he was leaning against a tree, not knowing how far the blast had carried him.

As he fiddled around with the compass and the map in his bag, be attempted to push everything aside to get to what he was looking for, which was no easy task. He used his thumb and his palms to push the tonfa aside and grab the large flask resting at the bottom, pulling it out and lifting it to his lips. The water was his savior, as he drank half of the bottle he had recently filled, before even the spar with Violet.

As he noticed no more smoldering smoke filtering off his charcoaled sections, he decided it would be a good time to attempt to move. Using the rock as a lift, he pressed his palms against the surface, putting the weight on his right hand, the one with all its fingers. As he stood, he tried to walk forward. With a wail equaling the one that emitted his body when he hugged his dead brother, he fell to the ground, trying to grab the foot that screamed in pain.

"You fuckers took my foot too." He cursed those who had killed his brother, and taken his body from him. Damn inventors of explosive weapons, damn intelligent androids with the ability to think before they died.

He pulled his body forward, fingers digging into the ground, teeth clenched in more pain then he had ever been in before. It had came to a point where he was wishing for death more then ever. He knew what he was looking for as he crawled, two thick sticks, and tough but flexible bark, and one longer thicker piece of wood. He wasn't going to go down without a fight. He would beat these injuries. He planned on casting up his foot and ankle, and making a crutch, to help him move as he got used to being mobile with one and a half feet.