Snow gets up, dizzyfrom the impact and looks down to see a small branch through his leg. He yanks it out and rips off his shirt, wrapping it around the wound.
"Alright, maybe it's time to take that potion."
Snow grabs his bottle and drinks deeply, feeling the fear inside him rush over him like a tsunami. It was, after all, his greatest weakness, and now it almost consumes him. It takes everything he has to not run like hell. But he stands his ground, and the pain starts to leave, and suddenly the fear doesn't matter anymore. He fears being responsible for the deaths of his friends far more, and so again, he charges.