Nita nodded acknowledgement, then made her own move. The screaming and yelling continued on, providing surprisingly good cover. As long as it's not at us! Nita thought.
First following Trunks, Nita slipped in next to the affected soldier, kneeled by his chest - there was no real wound, but the arrow looked like it was in his lung, geeze! - then "put on" a glove of cushioned air.
/Alright, easy does it.../ Nita muttered, getting a firm 'grip' on the arrow; the last thing she wanted to do was give this guy a real wound. At least he was unconscious.
/You don't get to stay there,/ she whispered to the arrow itself, /Not if you want to get clean again!/
With that, she pulled out the arrow using her 'glove,' arrowhead and all. Shaking it lightly, and taking extreme care not to let it touch her, she put it into her carrying pack - a modified version of her backpack that fit in better in this place - letting the arrow tink against the shielded interior.
Lemme know how this sounds!
First following Trunks, Nita slipped in next to the affected soldier, kneeled by his chest - there was no real wound, but the arrow looked like it was in his lung, geeze! - then "put on" a glove of cushioned air.
/Alright, easy does it.../ Nita muttered, getting a firm 'grip' on the arrow; the last thing she wanted to do was give this guy a real wound. At least he was unconscious.
/You don't get to stay there,/ she whispered to the arrow itself, /Not if you want to get clean again!/
With that, she pulled out the arrow using her 'glove,' arrowhead and all. Shaking it lightly, and taking extreme care not to let it touch her, she put it into her carrying pack - a modified version of her backpack that fit in better in this place - letting the arrow tink against the shielded interior.
/Nice work,/ Nita remarked, getting back up.