"N-NO! UNHAND ME! UNHAND ME THIS INSTANT!" [i]Dim cried in protest, but the senile old man could barely move with the hunk of metal pinning him down. Dim thrashed hither and yon, becoming progressively more and more violent as he remained still by Orion's grasp. Dim gritted his teeth and stared at Orion, seething with fury.[/i] "UNHAND ME YOU ELDRITCH THING! MY WORKS ARE NOT YET DONE! HAVEN'T YOU ENOUGH BRAIN MATTER TO PAINT A WALL?!" [i]Now, the old man was just insulting Orion. But they were both ignoring the real problem here: he was bleeding. He was bleeding a lot. If this remained untreated, the man very well could die of blood loss...[/i]