Those wounds did not seem self-inflicted.
Just as he was thinking this, he suddenly felt that the shadows cast by the campfire were somewhat amiss as he stood up.
On alert, he feigned annoyance and said,
"Ah, I really should check to see if the axe blade got nicked after chopping that goblin today..."
Then he turned and walked toward a corner of the camp. As he turned, he suddenly accelerated, grabbed the iron axe in his hand, and chopped down at a shadow.
The shadow writhed, and an Infiltrator scrambled out in a panic. Just as Sean was about to strike down, another Infiltrator sprang from another shadow that had appeared completely still just a moment before.
A dagger, flickering with magic light, was about to leave a bowl-sized scar on his back when a gust of malicious wind suddenly blew.
A spinning battle axe was thrown at the Infiltrator.
If he didn't choose to dodge, he would be cut in two by the following axe even if he managed to kill Sean.
