Nathaniel slides off his horse, staggers under a small tree, and sits down hard, face grey and drawn in pain. Anders has stopped the worst of the bleeding, but the wound is still fairly open and causing agony. There might be hairline fractures in the largest bone of his arm, he's not sure. Everything is pain. He curls against the tree and does not care that his plan was successful; the whole world has reduced to the size of his body. He's done.