"Kizaer, is Joane really… Is she…?" Shen asked weakly.
Kizaer didn't respond but signalled hurriedly for Ciona to crouch down. "Quick, help me. Hold her for me."
Ciona took Joane from Kizaer's arms and watched as he retrieved a small skinning knife and brought it close to Joane's torso.
Shen's eyes widened, but he restrained himself when he saw that Joane's side had something lodged in it.
Kizaer, doing his best not to tremble too much from the physical exhaustion consuming him, made a small cut on the side of the wound where some kind of spur was stuck. After making the incision with precision, Kizaer tossed the knife to Shen, who secured it at his waist and looked at Ciona and Shen.
" Huff, Huff… Hold her tightly, very tightly. Shen, help Ciona doing it: When I pull the spur from this side, pull Joane's body in the opposite direction. KEEP HOLDING HER TIGHT!" Kizaer explained hurriedly, and without any further signal, he pulled the spur.
