Millar gasped painfully and reached out for his sword, dragging it from Manorise's hands, he placed handle next to his jaws, then he bit down on it as his chain mail vest began tightening around his chest.<br/>"Mmmmphh...?!"<br/>His crest flared up in pain as the rib was slowly pushed back into place.  There was a slight clinking sound as his vest again tightened to the point he could barely breath.  A few moments later he let out a pain laced groan and gently stroked his sore chest.<br/>"I'll be alright... just as long as I don't get any pressure on it...Oh yes.  I saw his back... whoever he... or it is doesn't want their identity known..."  Millar rose, and set his sword back into its scabbard and held it protectively, he was in visible pain and trying to fight through it.<br/>"My vest reset the bone, just a short time and It will heal good as new..."  His paws reached into an over turned mug and turned it upright, his fingers reached down and dipped into the water.  Slowly he reached back up and began rubbing his blood covered muzzle.<br/>"Where did you get this weapon?"