When he finally arrived at the scene of the fighting between Rae'liel and Serphia, Sharon came to realize that the fighting had already ceased.

Walking to the top of the stairs where most of the sentinels were looking down, he first heard Serphia, crying out for a healer, before he finally saw the Night Elven Captain, and at her feet, Rae'liel. The Blood Elf lay unconscious on the floor, unmoving, and with a nasty arrow sticking out of her right shoulder; the projectile in question decorated with elven marks and letters, and adorned with a great owl plume exclusive to Ashenvale.

[i]"By the light, now she's gone and done it!"[/i]

Casting a quick spell, Sharon's very being suddenly dissipated into a thin, blue mist between the Night Elves, only to manifest itself out of nothing next to Rae'liel as he teleported to her location.
Kneeling down to her, Sharon quickly moved a finger to the side of Rae'liel's neck to check her pulse. Luckily, the Blood Elf's heart was still beating, although at a slower rate. 

Turning his attention over to the arrow currently sitting in her shoulder, Sharon inspected the entry wound closer. He was by no means a medical expert, merely having been tutored in some simple steps of first aid, and his experience with wounds from the Third War. His experience with archery related injuries did not necessarily have something to do with his prolonged friendship with Rithrynn, whom although favoring the bow and having inflicted her fair share of friendly fire accidents, was by no means the sole reason why Sharon was so familiar with arrows.

The arrow had somehow managed to sneak its way past some of the metallic plates meant to protect the Blood Elf's shoulder, and cut through the chainmail on the inside.
Some might have called it a lucky shot, but with the Night Elves, Sharon knew that it had most likely been intentional, as the Kaldorei were notorious for their merciless precision. The fact that Rae'liel had not been shot in the back of the head or neck was at least a sign the Night Elves hadn't intended to kill her.

... yet.

Looking at the wound closer, Sharon summoned a small splash of water to brush away the blood that was creating a bloodied mess around the entry point. For a moment, the blood was washed away, allowing Sharon to get a clearer look at the wound, and he could see that the arrow had left a wider, horizontal wound in the Rae'liel's skin, and even pulled some of the chainmail rings inside of her flesh with it. His view, however, was quickly obscured as a new surge of blood was flushed out from the wound, covering her shoulder yet again.
Although he could not see the tip, which had stopped somewhere in the middle of her shoulder, Sharon could only assume that it had been a barbed tip, perhaps even a serrated arrowhead.

[i]"When it comes to finding cruel ways to cripple and take down their preys, the Night Elves lack no creativity whatsoever."[/i]

The fact that Rae'liel was unconscious could suggest trauma or poisons and venom at work, and Sharon's suspicion leaned towards the latter.

Casting a spell at Rae'liel, the Blood Elf suddenly became light as a feather, allowing Sharon to pull her up from the ground alongside her armor almost effortlessly. Rae'liel seemed more to simply float in the air above the ground, although descending slightly, she was kept up by a series of small nudges from Sharon.

"Liaena, we need to take care of this wound immediately!" Sharon called out as he returned to the top of the stairs, quickly finding Liaena with his eyes.
"Where do you keep your medical supplies?"