Ssz'irac stands perplexed as the dwarf manages to destroy the blade that has managed to injure him to the point of death, and which seemed almost invincible until a few seconds ago. The drow looks at the dwarf with some measure of respect, nodding his head in thanks before freezing, his face screwing up in pain.
"That hurt," he says quietly, grabbing the painful wound atop his head. The drow looks in disbelief at the blood on his hand when he moves his hand away.
"Blood," he mutters. Then, more loudly, "Does anyone have healing magic?"