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His eyes narrowed and his mood darkened. "Hand. Off." He growled. "There is no need for group violence now is there Crysor, the Bon-speaking elf?" He smirked. "I have the feeling you don't talk because you did something horrible or something horrible happened to one of your loved ones?"

Crysor's lips drew back slightly in the beginnings of a snarl. He hated it when people tried to pry his past out of him or commented on his muteness. What he did and what happened was his own damn business, and nobody else's. They didn't need to know. Not like they'd care, anyways.

He continued taunting. "What? No comment? Oh wait that is your response in everything!" He kicked up some dust. "Did a girl leave you? You're town get burned to a crisp?" He stomped. "What? Why so muted?" He took a small swig of some black liquid. "I bet you did it, burned your town down!"

Quick as lightning, Crysor had his bow drawn and pointed straight at Raden, daring him to say one more thing about him.
"Crysor, no," Kori said softly, tugging at the elf's shirt, but he was shrugged off roughly.

Falen grinned. He had anticipated this and already had his gun out and pointed at the elf's stomach. "You are one if a kind."

Crysor was breathing hard, struggling to control himself. He hated this man more than anything right now, and he wanted to shoot him in the face or somewhere where he'd feel a lot of pain as he died...
But he lowered his bow, his conscience getting the better of him. Screw him. It would be a waste of an arrow.

He smiled. He turned sharply on his heels and started walking. An arrow pierced his flesh, coming from behind and stared at Crysor, who had bit shot it. He mouthed the words, why?

Crysor's eyes widened; he held out his bow, the arrow still nocked to it, to show it wasn't him.
No time to press the point, however- he whirled on the spot, his bow up again as he looked around with his keen eyes for the attacker.

Falen's eyes when blue again, he looked at Crysor. "I am sorry." He said in a very hoarse and weak voice. A small pool of blood had formed around Falen who lay on the dirt road.

Crysor slowly backed up, shoving Kori in the bushes for protection. Not taking his eyes off of the road and trees, he knelt next to Falen and glanced down at him once to see how bad it was.

It didn't puncture any organs, but man did it rip some muscle. His hard leather tunic helped somewhat from stopping the force of the arrow.

Reluctantly Crysor shuffled around to better look at it- see what direction it had gone in, how it was stuck in his side, and how to get it out.

"I am t-truly s-sorry if I o-offended you." He looked over at the black liquid and frowned. He picked it up and threw it. "Is Kori fine?" He tried to search for the small hobbit. "Are you okay?"

Crysor held up a hand to silence him- he needed to be still if he was going to get the arrow out.
At the sound of his name, Kori's small head was visible poking out of the bushes, looking scared and worried and slightly indignant but staying put like a good little hobbit.

He groaned. He coughed, specks of blood flew out and plastered to Crysor's face. Falen turned to his side and spit, blood drooled out. He then smiled a bloody smile. "S-s-s-sorr-rry."

Crysor shook his head, taking a closer look at the arrow. It didn't look like it had gone in too deep. Probably be best if he got it out and tried to stop the bleeding then before he bled out. He needed to cauterize it...
He snapped his fingers at Kori to get his attention, then signaled at him to make a fire. Kori nodded gleefully and set about doing what he did best.

Falen lay still. He was still breathing, but way to rapid. His eyes searched for the attacker. HE mouthed the word, who?

Crysor shrugged as he placed a large hand on Falen's chest to pin him down. With a single, fluid jerk the arrow was out of his side and he was gesturing for Kori to come over with his fire.

"Ah!" He screamed. He shot up right. "Gah!" He grabbed his chest.

Crysor shoved him down again, jerking his head at Kori to hurry up and get over here. Kori scuttled over with a flaming branch and the elf swiftly thrust the arrow into it, getting the tip hot.