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Nodding grimly, the wounded dwarf’s friend turned and aided his companions in restraining the roaring dwarf who was beginning to shake free of the many arms that tried to hold him down. His hands swung violently from side to side, crashing into a few cheeks and jawbones here and there, but his caring friends brushed off the wild blows, instead remaining stagnant while Dravol prepared to do his work.
The dwarf’s twisted leg was worse than it looked -and it looked pretty bad already. His knee cap was turned brutally towards the inside of his leg, and his thigh was broken in multiple places. There was also a compound fracture at his ankle.
“Hurry up doc! Yer gonna have to do somethin’ quick!” one of the dwarves cried seconds after a giant fist smashed him underneath the chin.
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