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Falen regained his senses for a bit. "I-I think I got it." Galen struggled to get his shirt off, but to no avail. He sighed and tried again. He didn't have the strength. "Hand me a knife, I-I can cut it m-myself." He was reaches toward one of the many visions o the man over him, his vision was blurry and he was seeing doubles.

"Who're you? Wait, no, don't bother. It doesn't matter. If you wanna help, then keep an eye out. Make sure I can work in peace." Watching the injured man fumbling with his clothes, he sighed. Delirium. Just great. When the man asked him for his knife, he was almost ready to knock the guy out so he could work in peace. But, that'd be rude.

"Yeah, no. I don't think I'd trust you with my knife on a good day, let alone when you're more liable to slice yourself open even more." Unsheathing his curve bladed hunting dagger, he quickly and efficiently trailed a long slice up his patient's chest, separating the cloth so that he could get to the wounds underneath. Sheathing his knife, he gave a low whistle. That was a lot of blood.

He nodded and looked to his shoulder, "To the skies. Let's make sure no one gets to close. And when we finish I will call." The flame rose into the sky and in a sudden burst of energy took its true form and flew a large circle around them as he scanned the ground.

Vincent sighed and looked around making sure everything was okay. He would occasionally look up to see Lavex and then return to looking around. A small flame formed in his hand to make sure he could be ready for anything. He looked off towards the others briefly.

Falen regained most of his balance and senses. He look around. "Why the hell is there a man sitting on a dragon above a cloud of smoke?" He lay back down. "Why am I not to surprised." He looked around once more. "Where is the bastard that shot me with a damn arrow?"

"The smoke was cover, and the guy up there...I have no idea. The archer is either dead or long gone, far as I can tell." He was currently sitting off to one side, resting in a crouch and leaning his back against the trunk of a tree. He'd finished his work while his patient was out of it, thankfully. Despite the initial look, most of the wounds had been pretty straight forward; needing only some salve to prevent infection and a nice, tight bandage. Turning his head to regard the man, he thought for a few moments before shrugging.

"I fixed you up best I can. I'd avoid getting shot again if I were you, but you should be fine with some rest."

He chuckled at the last remark. "I will try my best not to get shot." He tried getting up then fell back down. He tried once more this time using the tree to support his weight. He was able to succesfully, but painfully stand up.