''Whatever you wish sir, please try not to move your arm.'' Arnish said, he then said to the rest ''You might want to look away, this is going to be worse than a battlewound''
he grabbed a rather large scalpel, and started to make a line, carefully around and in between the muscles, not damaging it, he had the arm in a very strong grip, not allowing any movement whatsoever (for a normal human) and started using the plyers to put the bones straight, he then poured the contents of a little bottle over the bones, a gas came out, and it had the most dragon smell on it of anything Arnish had done as of yet. The bones started to form very loose bonds with eachother, and the flesh around it started to fuse together also, with a crust of blood, Arnish removed this however, he then closed the arm, and poured the gas over it again, it fused together also with a crust on it ''There, it is done, I must say you have behaved increadibly under such pain (Presuming that you indeed did not need the block =3).'' He got off of the person, cleaned his equipment, and stored it up again ''Now than, you should not use that arm for too heavy combat for atleast a day, this will make it heal quickly, but by no way is it instantly healed.''
