Grenneth blinked, was this human was babbling nonsense! or was the bitter eldwin root that he had tucked away in his cheek inside his mouth to numb the pain boggled his mind .... what the hell was cosplay? ... when she mentioned she could do a small amount of healing, he raised an eyebrow in surprise,   "Impressive for a mortal, we will make do," he grunted, and then winced as he reached up with his left hand and snapped the shafts one at a time in half and discarded the broken ends onto the floor. When she reached up to attempted to pull away his amor plating, he held up his hand, stopping her, "Just wait," he grunted, as he reached upward pulling out a slender dagger from his belt and began cutting away the leather straps to the chest plate and shoulder guards, he wasn't going to bother fumbling around with all the different buckles and clasps, the armor was ruined and it would needed to completely reforged... the only thing that would be worth saving was the chain mail beneath.  The bronze armor plates clattered to the floor. Grenneth cursed bitterly as he reached up, sliding out of his chain mail shirt and his once white tunic which now stained red with blood, revealing the elves thin but strong and defined masculine wiry frame.<br/><br/>The elf reached down into pouch of at his belt, and pulled out a piece of some sort of green root. Grenneth stuck the root into mouth and began to chew, and then glanced back over at the broken arrow shafts sticked out of his bloody chest and shoulder.<br/><br/>He glanced up at the woman when she asked if she should worry about more orks coming along. The elf frowned not sure how much information he could afford to give up. "I can't promise there won't be, though I suspect they won't be through the same gateway... so long as it stays closed," he said at last. Then he handed her his dagger, "Now you can help..." he announced and then pointed to the one arrow in his chest and the other in his shoulder, "These arrows heads have hooks or barbs, all you will need to do is make an incision, along the sides or they will not come free," he instructed and then paused and looked at her speculatively, "How good is your healing ability really? If the bleeding isn't stopped quickly after the tips are removed I will bleed to death in a matter of minutes," he informed her voice calm and sober as he were talking about the weather while having tea.