Marius winced involuntarily at the swing; he would have been in a trance if he were in battle, been able to block all the gore and unpleasant visions, but as he was not, the sight of the elk's blood spattering across the desert sand caused him to feel a little sick in the gut.

Nonetheless, he steeled himself and strode towards the man, bow still in hand but kept pointed to the ground. Quite honestly, he did not foresee an encounter like this, so he stopped a few feet before the carcass and stood there awkwardly for a moment.

"Is there anything I can do to assist?"