03-21-2012, 02:28 AM
Harley at last sat back and winced in sympathy at Shiki's injuries. He sighed and took off his tunic, bearing a large, very toned chest. He was usually quite modest, and embarrassed about his physique, but now was not the time t by shy.
He tore his shirt into strips easily, his arm muscles rippling. He then dipped one of the strips in some water and began to clean Shiki's wounds and saved the rest to tie them closed. "I'm sorry if that hurts, but we need to staunch the bleeding.