"Yuu! Are ya okay?!" the archer shouted, shoving me aside.
The Sun's rays were blotted out by a massive presence at my side. It was the man-giant. He stood next to me with eyes intently focused on my every move.
Mizuno dusted herself off and returned to her feet, her chin slick with blood.
"I'll clean ya up!" the archer affirmed, then retrieved a brown rucksack.
After rummaging through the bag, she freed her hand to reveal a small white cloth patch and some gauze. The archer reached forward to help, but Mizuno snatched the supplies from the her hand.
"I've got it, thanks," she eased.
While she cleaned and bandaged her wound, all other eyes were on me.
My countrymen, the archer, and the giant unblinkingly observed my every breath and every twitch. They watched me like I was a powder keg, and they were waiting for my explosion.