Karin looked at him worriedly as she held her bleeding head but nodded and started to stumble away.

"You shouldn't turn your back on your opponent..." Tarvo's father had gotten right behind him and jabbed another knife right into Tarvo's side.

Tarvo grabbed the knife handle and plunged it deeper into his side, trying his best to keep the blade in the wound. "What would my mother say if she saw you doing this? Have you no guilt? Or are you just cold hearted?" He elbowed his father in the stab wound.

Tarvo's father's eyes narrowed and he jumped on Tarvo, pinning him to the ground. "You think you're so smart don't you? You're mother was beautiful but that's all she had going for her. She was a stupid woman and gave birth to stupid children, all she was good for was anger release." He pinned Taro's wrists with one hand and slowly slid a cut with his knife down Tarvo's chest. "And what about you? You think you can just come back and be the hero now after subjecting your sisters to something like that? You're nothing but a coward." He lifted the blade up into the air and was about to stab it down into Tarvo's heart but stopped with a loud sound of pain.

"You shouldn't turn your back on your opponent." Karin said as she held a spear stabbed into the top middle of Tarvo's father's back. Right in his heart. Tarvo's father coughed up blood and fell to the side whispering. "Coward..."

Tarvo turned onto his uninjured side and stared at his father. "My mother had more going for her than you did. And if you want a coward. Look at your reflection. I didn't subject my sisters to a beating. You did. You were a terrible husband and an awful father." Tears fell down Tarvo's cheeks. "You are incapable of seeing past your own anger. My mother loved you until the day she died, even with all of the terrible things you did to her. I still love you, even after you tried to kill me just now. And I'm sure my sisters still love you, despite what you did to them. The only coward in this family, was the one person who couldn't see the happiness he could have had. And that's you dad."

Tarvo's father just glared at him as he continued to cough up blood, bleeding heavily from the wound in his back. "Love... Ha. I'll never love any of you..." He said before closing his eyes. People stared in shock then scrambled to get their weapons. Karin grabbed Tarvo up by the arm and said. "Come on!" She began to drag him into a run as they dashed for the exit, her head bleeding heavily from the whacks it took.

Tarvo tried his best to keep up with Karin. His body was weak from blood loss and it was shaking. His head was spinning and his vision was blurry. "The waterfall," he stuttered. "I sent my sisters to the waterfall."

Karin nodded. "Got it, but we can't make it there yet." She looked around as they ran through the forest and she found an overgrown willow tree surrounded by bushes and she dragged him into it. "We have to... take care of your wounds..." She said, feeling dizzy herself, her head throbbed and she had to focus her vision if she wanted to see straight, after wiping the blood out of her eyes. She looked around, trying to find something to stop the bleeding. "Ugh, you know what? Screw it." She pulled off her shirt and began to press it against the wounds to stop the bleeding.

Tarvo held the shirt to his side and looked her in the eye. "I can hold this. You attend to your own wounds."

Karin shook her head. "I'm fine, I'm more worried about you..." She looked around and saw a little bit of moss nearby. "I read somewhere that moss can be used to stop bleeding..." She grabbed the moss and went behind him to press on the wound on his back.

Tarvo winced and squeezed his eyes shut against the pain. He placed a hand on her arm, which felt awkward to him. "Attend to your own wounds. You can't help me if you're unconscious."

"Just let me stop the bleeding at least. Please, you're very weak..." She was almost begging. She was so worried for him. She couldn't worry about herself when he was this hurt.

Tarvo sighed, his mind too groggy to argue. He leaned back into the moss, still holding Karin's shirt on his side. "Thank you," he whispered.

Karin nodded. "It's fine. It's about time I repaid you, if only a little." She continued to press the moss against his wound, carefully removing the dagger as she did so so as not to cause too much bleeding.

"Karin. Rip the dagger out like you would take a bandaid off. It hurts less," he said through gritted teeth.

Karin nodded and yanked it out before quickly applying pressure to the wound. "Sorry... I've never done this before..." She said, her breathing was coming out a little ragged and her vision was swimming, her head pounding.

Tarvo ripped a piece of moss off of a nearby tree and placed it on Karin's wound. "You're swaying."

Karin's eyes were drooping as she struggled to keep the pressure on Tarvo's wound. "I'm... Fine..." She said in a weak, tired voice.

"No, you're not. I can take care of myself for a while. I'm begging you, please attend to your wounds." His eyes were pleading and sincere when he looked into Karin's.

Karin looked at him dizzily and nodded, slumping back as she held the moss to her head. "Bloody Christ this really hurts..."

Tarvo rested his back against a rock so he wouldn't have to hold the moss on his back. He ripped the dagger from his side, screaming in pain as he did so. He quickly applied a large amount of pressure to the wound and moaned in pain.

Karin looked at him worriedly as she struggled to crawl over to him, she put a hand over his on his side gently in comfort as she used the other to hold the moss weakly to her bleeding head.

Tarvo panted against the pain. Sweat was beading on his forehead and his skin was cold.

Karin set the blood soaked moss from her head down and she took another damp piece of moss and dabbed his forehead with it before placing it on his head, rubbing his arms to warm him up a little as she removed his hand and took over applying pressure, murmuring comforting words. "It'll be ok... You're alright... Just a little more... you're alright..."

Tarvo tried to calm his breathing but it was increasingly difficult. He began to shiver. "I'm boiling."

Karin looked at him worriedly and put more cool moss on his forehead, her own eyes looking into his dizzily, her head pounding and still bleeding a little.