Kiral chuckled a bit, "Yea, you're right. It could've been much worse. Why don't you guys get some shut eye, I'll keep an eye out. I'm just going to soak up a little. There's a small pond about a few yards past the thicket over that way. I'll be right back." He walked pushed through the brush and thicket, and found the little pond. Kiral stripped down nude and grunted as he took the jeans off. He stepped into the pond, inhaling deeply. Unknown to the others, one of the soldiers had cut extremely close to his femoral artery, and he was bleeding profusely. Kiral grabbed his white shirt and tore it, tying it hard around the wound, while biting hard on a few twigs. He sighed after the wound was bandaged and let go of the twigs from his mouth. Kiral commenced to clean the rest of his body.