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“Oh good gracious!” gasped Boomslang as she skidded to a halt beside Muleteer. He was laying awkwardly amongst the undergrowth at the edge of the forest. As she glanced over him she could see several gashes across his body. The wound that concerned Boomslang the most, though, was his left side rear leg: it was badly torn and broken.
“Booms, is that you?” he asked weakly as he tried to raise his head to look at her.
“Yes, it’s me,” she replied. “Now lay still.” For a moment she considered her options, and while she was doing so, Shadow came up and joined her.
“What’s up?” he asked, nervously glancing around him for wyverns.
“He’s bleeding to death,” she replied quietly. “His leg’s so badly torn up I can’t stop it. I’m going to have to take the shattered bit off so I can seal it up properly.”
“We’ll never get him to the medical area in time,” whispered Shadow.
“No, we won’t,” she agreed. “I’m going to have to do it here.” Shadow looked at her silently for a moment; was she crazy? Another look at his friend told him that she was not!
“How can I help? What do you want me to do?” he asked.
“Just keep the wyverns away.” she replied. “I need to get started.”
“YES MA’AM,” he snapped, relieved that that was all.
As Shadow moved away from them, Boomslang stepped forward to speak to her patient.
“Now listen carefully Mule, I’m going to give you a little something to make you drowsy, then I’m going to… I’m going to make the bleeding stop.”
Muleteer could sense her concern.
“Tell my mate I love her,” he whispered.
“No! You tell her yourself, you fool,” she snapped. “Now lay still; I need to work.”
As Muleteer watched, Boomslang raised her tail barb and injected him with just enough poison to dull his senses and make him drowsy. As he relaxed she began the task of removing his lower, damaged leg. In the background she could hear Shadow fighting with some wyverns; there was definitely more than one. She hoped he’d be alright. She tried her best to ignore the sound of the fighting and got on with the task in hand. She worked quickly and in no time at all she finished up the removal and, with a gentle, controlled puff of her fire breath, she cauterized the wound.
“There you go,” she whispered softly to her sleeping patient. “All fixed up.”
A few minutes later an exhausted looking Shadow came running back.
“How’s it going?” he asked. “Did he live?”
“Of course he lived,” she snapped. “I’m no butcher.”
Shadow glanced across at Muleteer.
“Very nice!” he said approvingly. “Now let’s get him back into the forest. The wyverns won’t bother him in there.”

Part six of my Battle of Kizmar set.

( Strunahzoor suggested a picture of Shadow in close combat, so here it is )

Page one here: www.deviantart.com/sabretoothe…

Page seven here: www.deviantart.com/sabretoothe…

Boomslang belongs to TheFantasyManatee , All other characters belong to me.

Dragurwings courtesy of Strunahzoor

The picture was painted with Daler Rowney Aquafine watercolour paints (pan type) on Daler Rowney 200gsm fine grain heavyweight paper.

Description
“Oh good gracious!” gasped Boomslang as she skidded to a halt beside Muleteer. He was laying awkwardly amongst the undergrowth at the edge of the forest. As she glanced over him she could see several gashes across his body. The wound that concerned Boomslang the most, though, was his left side rear leg: it was badly torn and broken.
“Booms, is that you?” he asked weakly as he tried to raise his head to look at her.
“Yes, it’s me,” she replied. “Now lay still.” For a moment she considered her options, and while she was doing so, Shadow came up and joined her.
“What’s up?” he asked, nervously glancing around him for wyverns.
“He’s bleeding to death,” she replied quietly. “His leg’s so badly torn up I can’t stop it. I’m going to have to take the shattered bit off so I can seal it up properly.”
“We’ll never get him to the medical area in time,” whispered Shadow.
“No, we won’t,” she agreed. “I’m going to have to do it here.” Shadow looked at her silently for a moment; was she crazy? Another look at his friend told him that she was not!
“How can I help? What do you want me to do?” he asked.
“Just keep the wyverns away.” she replied. “I need to get started.”
“YES MA’AM,” he snapped, relieved that that was all.
As Shadow moved away from them, Boomslang stepped forward to speak to her patient.
“Now listen carefully Mule, I’m going to give you a little something to make you drowsy, then I’m going to… I’m going to make the bleeding stop.”
Muleteer could sense her concern.
“Tell my mate I love her,” he whispered.
“No! You tell her yourself, you fool,” she snapped. “Now lay still; I need to work.”
As Muleteer watched, Boomslang raised her tail barb and injected him with just enough poison to dull his senses and make him drowsy. As he relaxed she began the task of removing his lower, damaged leg. In the background she could hear Shadow fighting with some wyverns; there was definitely more than one. She hoped he’d be alright. She tried her best to ignore the sound of the fighting and got on with the task in hand. She worked quickly and in no time at all she finished up the removal and, with a gentle, controlled puff of her fire breath, she cauterized the wound.
“There you go,” she whispered softly to her sleeping patient. “All fixed up.”
A few minutes later an exhausted looking Shadow came running back.
“How’s it going?” he asked. “Did he live?”
“Of course he lived,” she snapped. “I’m no butcher.”
Shadow glanced across at Muleteer.
“Very nice!” he said approvingly. “Now let’s get him back into the forest. The wyverns won’t bother him in there.”

Part six of my Battle of Kizmar set.

( Strunahzoor suggested a picture of Shadow in close combat, so here it is )

Page one here: www.deviantart.com/sabretoothe…

Page seven here: www.deviantart.com/sabretoothe…

Boomslang belongs to TheFantasyManatee , All other characters belong to me.

Dragurwings courtesy of Strunahzoor

The picture was painted with Daler Rowney Aquafine watercolour paints (pan type) on Daler Rowney 200gsm fine grain heavyweight paper.