Don didn't pause when he heard the pained groan.
The round metallic objects were still falling around him at varying distances, each one a dull metallic thunk against wet earth or a sharp crack against bark before the delayed detonation ripped through the undergrowth.
He adjusted his movement carefully, weaving between the impacts as he shifted toward the source of Diego's voice.
The trees thinned out a little around here but the foliage and grass grew thicker and taller, the leaves heavy with rain and slick against his arms.
He rushed toward a point where a tree and some foliage had been destroyed and pushed away by one of the explosions from the metallic objects.
There, laying across a small crater in the mud was Diego.
His right leg was badly injured to the point blood leaked quickly and bone and shredded tissue could be seen.
The impact had nearly torn the limb apart just below the knee.
