The ballet of bloodshed that unfolded before her eyes was so intense, that for a bit, Druid Girl could do nothing but stand and stare at the spectacle. Big Red single-handedly fought off multiple assailants, all attacking him at the same time, using every bit of his body as a weapon - and apparently a sponge for sharp things as well. Her archer-friend swiftly took down two of the three goblin archers, despite their low profiles and the relative shoddy lighting in the cavern, this huntress still managed to land her shots! To say these comrades of her wwre impressive was an understatement to no small degree! Were they [i]really[/i] just rookie porcelain-ranks?

Druid Girl's internal questions were soon interrupted though, as she realized that her friends were perhaps not doing as well as she'd thought. Big Red was looking like he was getting more and more agitated, acting and sounding more like a wounded beast rather than a warrior. As for the Steppe Archer, she had originally thought the girl had knelt to take better aim... But no, she was hurt! The nature-lover's eyes shot wide as she realized this, and that she had been completely useless thus far in this skirmish. But what was she to do? Big Red [i]seemed[/i] to be able to handle the goblins on his own, especially since four of them were already undoubtedly dead, but just how many more cuts, nicks and arrows could he suffer before going down?

As for Steppe Archer... She was a sitting duck. No way could that little lioness run or avoid any incominbg attack now that she'd more or less been hamstrung! She had no spells that could reach the goblins from this distance herself, and no ranged weapons other than the small stones in her bag... No, attacking wasn't what she needed to do now! She needed to tend to her comrades before they became too crippled to defend themselves.

While the goblins who had wielded knives were getting back onto their feet, the goblin archer screamed in anhorrent anger and fear, loosing another arrow - this one aimed at Big Red's legs and feet. It was apparent that after witnessing one of its brethren being squashed into a goblin-patty, it had decided that the big scary lizard was a much more immediate threat than the distant girls. Once the two other gobs were on their feet again, they wouldn't charge at the lizard again, but rather began scrambling for the knives they'd dropped when swatted away. They seemed smart enough to realize that attacking him without any sort of tool would be tantamount to suicide. Not taht it wasn't such in regardless, but at least with weapons it was [i]less[/i] of complete suicide.

With sickle in one hand and the torch in her other, Druid Girl ran as fast she could, sandal-clad feet making faint sounds as she ran across the hay back towards the chamber's entry. Once reaching her wild-haired friend, she knelt down, dropping the sickle by her side and extending a hand. An anxious, worried expression plastered across her face, with those golden eyes having a mix of fear and concern in them.

"H-hold still! I'll heal you right now." She said, flustered and nervous in her tone.

With a shaky hand, she placed it close to the archer's leg. Beginning to chant the words to her spell, a soft, white-ish blue light began to emit from her palm. And so, painlessly, the arrow in the huntress' leg began to slowly be pushed out of the wound it had made, seemingly by some invisible force. Once the gritty and shabby arrowhead finally plopped out, the wound itself began to close and the bleeding ceased. Sadly, apart form sealing the injury up and stopping the blood, the magic did little to dull the pain much - it eased it a tiny bit, sure, but it wasn't gone.

Looking over at the bloody arrow that now lay next to Steppe Archer's leg, Druid Girl furrowed her brow and then look straight at her companion's face once again.

"You should drink an antidote soon, just to be safe." She urged, before grabbing her sickle from the ground and rising back up. "[b]Big Red! You alkright? I'll come help you, just hang on![/b]" She called out to the big brute, before - carefully - positionign herself in such a way that the goblin archer wouldn't be able to have a clear shot at the downed archer, as she ran towards the lizard figher's aid.