Deselin

Dashal hadn't said a word since he had suggested they get the soldier to the Medic tent. He never talked much anyways, and even after Commander Dolosus had answered his question, he merely nodded his head. He just wasn't a social person, and being silent usually lead to people leaving him alone, so it worked out for him in the end; especially since he was constantly thinking.

He looked at the soldier who had been hit with an arrow as she asked him to push it through. "I need a hammer, though." he answered, and as he said it a soldier walking right by Dashal handed him a blunt mace. "It's not a hammer, but it works." he said. He took a piece of cloth out of one of his pockets and folded it into a bundle. "Bite down on this." he said as he handed her the cloth. "Brace yourself. This might hurt...a lot."

While the soldier was busy with the cloth he had given her, Dashal went to work on ripping the feathers off the end of the arrow. Once he was satisfied with it, and the soldier was ready, Dashal grabbed the mace. He held it at the very tip of the handle, trying to use it as a hammer, and swung it right onto the end of the arrow. A sickening ripping noise was heard as the arrow went through the back side of her shoulder, but her muffled scream drowned it out in seconds. Without hesitation, Dashal quickly grabbed the bloody arrow and yanked it out of her shoulder. She screamed again, but not as loud. He snapped the arrow in half and threw it on the ground, then handed the soldier another cloth. "Disinfect it at the medics tent, then get it wrapped up. For now, suppress the bleeding."

Dashal handed the mace back to the young soldier who had been watching disgustedly and joined the others already retreating.

((I'm not sure if you were talking to me, Icy, but I did it anyways. Also, sorry for the late post, I just wasn't sure what was going on...))

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