It was unfortunate that the wound happened to centered over the bicep. It was fortunate that Valetni's knives were sharp and and the woman was barely conscious, even so, his actions were definitely having an effect as she twitched and attempted to move.<br/><br/>"Hold her down tightly," He instructed.<br/><br/>The first incision was actually in front of where he planned to cut, light slicing skin and pulling it back, strip by strip, rolling them up like cuffs on a shirt. That would come in handy later. Taking the knife, he began slicing through the musculature. Making slow, careful incisions, he wished he had his journals right now. He would simply have to go by memory.<br/><br/>"You know, my record for an amputation is five minutes, but sometimes it take much longer." He supplied helpfully before setting to work.<br/><br/>He worked his way, unmindful of the blood, around the bone, stopping every now and then to ligate an artery or vein. Eventually he manage to clear away the underlying tissue, exposing the the bone.<br/><br/>With a smile, Valetni took up the saw blade. "You know, bones are quite interesting, excellent combination of strength and flexibility, vonderful building material I'd imagine." He said as he made his first stroke. "I must say, you're vife's bones are either quite tough, or I haven't sharpened this in avhile."<br/><br/>The sound of the sawing filled the room for nearly half a minute as Valetni merrily sawed his way through her humerus. "I much rather cut through one bone, than two, at the forearm, or a joint like the elbow." He commented to anyone who was listening, as he finally cut through, separating the arm entirely.<br/><br/>"There, perhaps you vould like to keep this, as a momento perhaps?" He said, handing the limb to the husband, who merely watched dumbly.<br/><br/>Placing the saw down, he picked up the brush, lightly removing the sawdust from the area. "Ve vould not like that getting all in here, no?"<br/><br/>Putting down the brush, he picked up a file. "You don't vant the sharp edges, creates chance of tearing, no?" He said as he began to neaten up his cut. After several seconds of this, he placed the file down as well. Tying any additional necessary structures, Valetni took the flaps of skin he had previously cut away, and folded them over the stump. He then began to stitch it in place, quick, jerky movements of thread and needle that swiftly saw the sealing of the incision.<br/><br/>"Vell, my vork here is done." He said, gathering up his tools. "Someone else can handle any other injuries, she probably survive the night." He paused, standing. "If she survives the veek, she'll probably live."<br/><br/>"By the vay," Valetni said, addressing the husband. "Congratulations on your new child." He paused to let that sink in. "She's pregnant, I assume it's yours." He said, "If it's a boy, I vould not object to the naming of Valetni, if girl, Valnetta." He stepped back, turned, and headed towards the stairs.