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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Sparky" data-source="post: 4486091" data-attributes="member: 13681">Ranver grits his teeth against the pain and resolves himself to a course of action. He lets his spear rest in the crook of his good arm and then closes the now-free hand around the shaft of the arrow where its head disappears. He closes his eyes tightly and bares his teeth reciting a silent prayer over and over and, in a swift, decisive movement... pulls. Shock renders the fresh pain in muted hues. Distant. He drops the arrow and puts pressure on the wound. The pain returns and Ranver opens his eyes and puts his head back.Zarathas' righteous rage fells the archer that feathered Ranver's shoulder and the Cleric nods at the dragonborn warrior. Horto is menaced by the blasphemer's flashing blades and they dart away before Horto can do more than fend off their deadly assault.Unsure if the wound is quite ready to be released, Ranver lets go anyway, catches up his spear and moves forward to stand with Horto. A Bahamite prayer comes to mind, 'I am the shield of the righteous.' [sblock=ooc]Minor: 'Juggle' spear from hand to crook of arm to handStandard: Second Wind, heals 6, +2 to DefensesMove: To Q26[/sblock]</blockquote>