<span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'">"You not know. She will <i>kill</i> you," Kazuma said as he took hold of Amell's hands. He frowned at his horrible use of words. "<i>I won't allow you to die trying to help me!</i>" He said, knowing full well Amell wouldn't understand. He shook his head. "I return home."<br/>
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It was the only thing he could think of. Thought the act of actually getting home alive was something else entirely. He would plan that out. For now though, he turned his attention to the arrow that Amell had mentioned. He'd forgotten about it in his urgency to keep Amell out of the fighting. Kazuma reached up to his chest and gingerly touched around the area where the arrow was embedded. He'd snapped the shaft entirely off the head of the arrow -not what he had intended. He grimaced as he looked at it as best he could. <br/>
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Kazuma stretched out on the floor and pointed to the arrow. "Just pull," he said. It wasn't going to be pleasant. He knew that much. But getting it out was a necessity. He took a deep breath and then slowly let it out. He would try his best not to make any noise.</span>