Seeing the blood, Dawn dashed at him with full speed. Daryn pressed his hand on his arm but the blood trickled out.
"I asked you not to run," Dawn scolded him and stopped. Her heart became restless. There was nothing around to stop the blood, so she picked up a fistful of dust and applied it on his wound.
"Don't worry so much, Dawn. The wound will heal up soon." More arrows were shot and Daryn pulled her close to him. "How do we stop them?"
On a quick thought, she put her hands up in the air and said aloud. "We are here to meet the Shaman." She had to clear the intent of purpose. "We mean no harm."
