Shadow surprised Marek as she leaped on him and those daggers took out several of their captors, and he held her for a moment to help her steady herself. He understood teamwork, and he shook his head as she told him not to get ideas. That was when he heard Sybille cry out, the arrow imbedded deep in her. He winced and knew he could help, but as the heavy footfalls of many of the bandits closed in on their location he grabbed her hand, and the hand of the dwarven caravan leader, and nodded toward one of the tunnels close by.<br/><br/><b><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(251, 160, 38)">"A way out."</span></b>he said, and headed that way. He ushered the others on ahead, knowing that his disguised form could retreat last and still likely not arouse suspicion. Everyone he'd attacked in this form were now incapacitated or dead, so if he lingered to make sure the others escaped then he could likely still get by.<br/><br/>The tunnel ascended in a haphazard pattern, but had no offshoots - which made following it easily done. Bringing up the rear of their procession Marek kept a close eye and ear out behind them, and as they passed one of the many timber reinforcements that helped hold up the passageway he stopped and urged the others ahead. Gathering his<i>ki</i>the changeling allowed his guise to drop and focused his spirit energy into his hand, striking the brace with considerable force. The timber splintered and shuddered, the impact carrying into the surrounding rock, and Marek scrambled to follow the others as the ceiling of the shaft collapsed, rock and rubble soon filling the passage and blocking them from being followed - at least by this route.<br/><br/>Soon he had reassumed his monkly form, and Marek caught up to the others. Exiting the underground they found themselves confronted with a night sky, now in the wee hours of the morning.<b><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(251, 160, 38)">"I think you should let me look at that arrow before we go any further."</span></b>Marek said, addressing Sybille. He had no idea what sort of dastardly things that the Shadowfang might have coated the tip with, and he knew that the use of poison was no beyond them. He could heal it, but the quicker he got to ti the better, and if it<i>was</i>tainted in some way then the escape from the capture and adrenaline in her system would serve to speed things along.<br/><br/>Urging Sybille to sit and relax as much as possible, Marek had Shadow and Elri brace her. The removal of the arrow would be important, and simply pulling it out would likely cause more damage. Broadheads were made to tear and rend flesh. It would be better to push the arrow through and then heal the hole than try to pull it out as it had come in. Snapping off the shaft, Marek had Sybille bite down on a piece of leather as he set about removing the arrow. The changeling then called upon his Spirit magic. Not only could he use it as devastating<i>ki</i>, an external and imposing power, he could manifest it as<i>chi</i>, an internal power he could focus and use to heal.<br/><br/>As he gathered that magic his hands glowed and he closed his eyes as he placed his hands on Sybille's body, one on each side of the wound. He focused and the magic flowed into her, knitting flesh and tissue alike until there was naught left of her wound save for new and pink skin. Not even a bruise. Marek exhaled and the glow about his hands dissipated, and he opened his eyes, looking at Sybille with concern.<b><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(251, 160, 38)">"Better?"</span></b>he asked.<br/><br/>Only once his friend indicated she was fine would they then make their plan to head to the fort.