Jamas watched as Dashal approached with the mace. He had never seen an arrow removed with a hammer before, but he could visualize it. He also wasn't sure if it was a very good idea, but kept his mouth shut. The girl wanted it done quickly, and this certainly would achieve that.
Since he was already supporting her, he spread his legs, grabbed her other shoulder, and took the rest of her weight across his arm, leaning her over so that Dashal had a clear shot. Gently, he took her waist with his other hand and held her there as Dashal rid the arrow of it's feathers. He braced himself as the man readied his swing, and grimaced as it came down, half expecting it to miss and cave a hole in her chest. Within a couple moments, it was done, and the arrow was out. Fully understanding the pain she was in - he'd taken something similar himself, before - he snatched the rag out of Dashal's hand and pressed it to the wound in her back. Taking the other cloth out of her mouth, he placed it over the wound on her shoulder and told her to hold it there. Finally, he raised her onto her feet and placed her arm over his shoulder, getting ready to all but carry her if need be.
((Poor Yume, getting manhandled by us brutes.))
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