The Summoning at Devil's Den : Realistic Isekai

Chapter 2 - Wounds

"So our tracker has been killed?" Knight Commander Andrews asked. 

"Yes, my lord." answered his subordinate. "We are unsure of how he died. He fell to his knees and then the back of his head exploded."

 "Has anyone seen the body?" Commander Andrews asked. 

"None except the ones who are at the site." 

"Bring me there!" Commander Andrews demanded.

 The Commander walked across the clearing to the body of the deceased tracker.

 "Nobody should have been able to do something like this, at least not here!" he thought. 

He looked closer and saw the wound in the man's leg. 

"What could have done something like this? I see no arrows and detect no trace of magic." he thought as he bent down and inspected the wound even closer. 

"There is something inside the hole." he thought as he pulled a dagger from his belt and began to dig into the wound. Inside he found a mushroom'd piece of lead.

"What is this?!" he thought to himself as he rolled the jagged piece of metal between his fingertips. 

He then spotted the item the man was holding. "What is this? A piece of green and brown cloth? This must have been what he was using to track his target." He thought to himself. 

He grabbed the cloth and began to walk in the direction the tracker was traveling. When he reached the scorched area the trackers fireball had landed he spotted what appeared to be blood. 

"So the target is wounded then. We may get some answers yet." he thought was he walked toward his men. 

"Our prey is in that direction men! Take him by any means but do not kill him. Bring him to me." Upon hearing their orders, half a dozen men took off in the direction of the target. 

"Also, bring me the slave who was holding this before our tracker. I need to know about the vermin who took out our man."

Jason continued toward where he thought camp was leaving a trail of blood behind. As he ran he grew more and more light headed. 

"Shit, I gotta do something about this!" He thought to himself as he slowed to a stop and dropped his gear. 

"I am sure I have something in this damn bag." He thought to himself as his tore through his go bag looking for something to stop the bleeding.

 "Finally! I found it!" he thought to himself as he pulled out a tourniquet and quickly applied it above his wound. 

"This should stop the bleeding long enough until I get away from these god damn larpers!" he thought as he zipped his bag and continued on. 

"Camp shouldn't be too much further away. When I get there I don't give a damn, I will get in my Jeep and run those fuckers over if I have to! I'm going home!" he thought as he limped on toward camp. He continued until he reached what should have been camp and stopped, mouth agape. The mountain was gone. In it's place was a vast field with what appeared to be  a castle in the distance. 

"Where the hell am I?" he thought to himself.

     "All he knew was the man couldn't speak our language." the interrogator said to Commander Andrews.

 "Was there anything else?" the Commander asked. 

"Well he did tell me that he was wearing funny clothing and held some sort of black staff. But that was before I pulled out his tongue." He said as he looked over the corpse of the slave.