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Cyrus Nightblade
~Cyrus nodded his head grimly, looking with a concerned countenance at Ursula.~ "Just hang on... Let's get you out of the way..." ~Surveying with pursed lips and edgy eyes, he pulled Ursula as gently as he could to some grass that was yet unstained by blood. Pillowing her head with his knapsack, he examined the grevious wound in her abdomen. He muttered beneath his breath.~ "Sweet Sahinine... You're lucky to be alive... H-here..." ~He nimbly prodded the wound with his fingers, attempting to be as gentle as possible. A friend of Aragorn is a friend of mine. He began to hesitantly tug at the imbedded arrowhead, wincing as the woman cried out in pain.~ "I'm sorry! Please, hold still. It'll only hurt for a bit, I promise!" ~The scythe on his cheek glowing furiously, he pulled out a curved dagger, taking the arrow out like a splinter in a finger. Strands of his blue-black hair fell in his eyes. He pushed them back with one hand, keeping his eyes focused on the wound.~ "Almost... There!" ~He triumphantly dislodged the arrow from the woman's stomach. But by now one of the lizards had been drawn to the smell of blood. Cyrus motioned for the woamn to stay still as he clamored to his feet, pulling out his glowing blue katana.~
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