When she refused to use the knife to free the arrow tips out, Grenneth's nostrils flared and he glared up at her with agitation.<br/><br/>"Then give me back my bloody dagger, I will do it myself!" he rasped heatedly the through clenched teeth, squeezing every last bit of bitter juice from the root in his mouth.  No sooner had he said this, the lunatic woman grabbed hold of the arrow shaft and yanked ...<br/><br/>"You bloody lunatic!" he roared, cursing in agony.... he might have complimented her on her strength, if it wasn't for the bloody chunk of flesh missing out his chest! Fortunately the amor had at least prevented it from lodging any deeper or else she would not have been able to pull them out so easily.... "I told you not to....Gaaaaaaaaaaa!" he cursed, as she ripped the last of the barbed tips... along with a bloody hunk of muscle tissue and elf flesh the size of a gulf ball. "Bloody witch! I would have preferred the mercy you gave to the damned orks!" he snarled, clutching the gaping wounds that she had created.... blood was seeping out everywhere despite all the magic... which if it had not been for it he would have most likely have passed out and died in seconds... these weren't small holes easily covered up, theses were massive gaping gashes! Normal arrow heads might have been able to have pulled out quite easily, these however had hooks and took a grievous portion of flesh with them.<br/><br/>When the insane woman commented about her friend, Grenneth scowled, "I going to need a bloody hot iron to sear stop the bleeding no thanks to you! You can't bloody stitch this with needle and thread! Unless she can grow back the hunk of meat you tore out of me!" he growled bitterly. And then when she mentioned that she had called her coven, Grenneth tilted head as he had been paying more focus closing his eyes and staying calm than on listening to the conversation.<br/><br/>"You did what? When? You never left the  building!" he exclaimed, "Oh yes, magic of kind," he remarked as he eyed the phone warily, "Strange magic," he remarked, and he eyed her untrustingly.  "Why the whole coven?" he demanded and then stiffened as the knock came at the door.  "You are certain it is them?" He asked worriedly, his hand trailed downward and slipping onto the hilt of his sword... not that he could do much... the bitter root was taking some of the pain away, but he was getting tired and weak from losing blood.... he wondered if it could be orks... but then orks weren't ones for knocking. He feared what might happen if the witches found out about The Master Key, could he trust them? He didn't know....he couldn't let them find it....Grenneth's eyes began to flutter and then his head fell his head sagged downward and  everything faded to black.... he was still alive, just unconscious.