Shedletsky wasn’t really ever a big, intimidating robloxian.

He was a very good swordsman, though.

He lived nicely in his two-story home.

Then there was Guest.

A very powerful admin.

Or to put into simpler words, god.

They were feared widely, respected, and valued.

No robloxian wanted to get in their way.

That was until today.

Shedletsky had gone towards and into the forest to find a clear space to train.

But in the midst of searching.

He saw them.

Guest collapsed against a rock and between a few trees, unconscious, injured badly.

Their divine blood seeping through the cloth of their clothing.

The sun filtering through leaves to shine down on them.

Almost mystical or ethereal, if you ignored the blood.

Shedletsky stood still, just staring while his mind raced.

He couldn’t just leave them there.

But he didn’t want to piss off a god by helping them, either.

At last, he finally made a decision, jogging closer to lift the divine being up with effort.

Jeez, they were heavy.

He started heading back towards his home, taking the fallen admin with him.

Eventually, he reached his house, carefully squeezing them through the door and up the stairs, heading towards his spare room he had.

He set them on the bed as carefully as he could, before walking out and coming back with bandages, gently moving them to bandage whatever wounds there were without waking them.

Fortunately, he finished soon enough and didn’t run out of bandages, setting them aside if needed for later use.

Thinking for a moment before turning to head back down the stairs, going to get either a bottle of water, or some more supplies.