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Awareness was thrust upon Dar'Athrax and shot through his heart much like a spear should. There was a brief convulsion- as if his body had to check to ensure everything still worked. He couldn't tell if it was more appropriate to say whether his limbs were weak or numb, but he managed to heft himself onto his knees and one arm. The other arm hung limp, but he could still move his fingers- the shoulder itself wouldn't move or hold weight. He dug his tail into the ground to compensate and provide additional stability. At this point, he noticed a woman nearby- hand on his skull. If everything turned out well, she'd be his savior- experience kicked in, and he began to list what he knew.

"Right shoulder," the words came out of his mouth in a rushed fashion- his body was pumping adrenaline like crazy. "Broadhead arrow, two pronged and all the way in-preventing use.They're designed to caused massive bleeding and kill large game. Around seven more are in back with broken shafts,only three pierced- guessing about a thumbs length of penetration." Strength returned to his limbs during his report, and he grew warm. He had fallen for such a simple ambush and nearly been killed for it- all this time and he'd basically gotten no better! He sat up straight and untied his blades and shield with his left hand. Their weight caused them to sink into the wet dirt- self loathing and anger allowing him to push himself ever further.

His raised posture gave him a better look at the woman in front of him- she appeared human. She was definitely on the tall side for a human though. His instincts were telling him he was missing something, but instead he focused on clearing his back. He deliberately kept his gaze leveled at the girl and slowly moved his left hand around to his back. A bit of blind fumbling occurred before he located the first shaft. There was no pain when he gave it a test wiggle- his armor had caught it. Without any hesitation he yanked it out of his armor- the metals screeching in protest. The arrow was held forward, tip down at his front- the girl may have had a cautious attitude but he doubted she had actually understood his full statement. It was for this reason he held the arrow forward; the head itself was about the size of a human hand and weighed a pound and a half.

"In case you were wondering what a Broadheaded arrow looked like," he kept his voice steady before dropping the arrow. He reached back again- this time from the hip and found another, this one had gone into him. With a grunt, he pulled this one out too. The area burned, but he felt the wound closing...he always healed quickly when he was angry. This arrow was also cast aside but it was the last one he could reach with only one arm. "Pardon the belated pleasantries," he didn't exactly have much experience with the opposite sex. "The name's Dar'Athrax. Don't worry about inflection, it's impossible without a forked tongue- gratitude for the save." At this point he paused, unsure exactly what to say from there. After all he had a million questions and he couldn't be sure of this woman.