Vale ran over and helped hold Ana up and looked at the wound closely. “I don’t see an exit wound. We will need to get the round out. Lord Grant!” The Lord ran down and moved to them, seeing the damage. He waved his hand slowly as a thin vine came from the dukes breast pocket and started to go into the wound. As it did Ana gasped in pain and fought to move away from what was causing more pain. 

Dante looked around weakly and saw Ana on the ground. “Ana…no…” 

The other fang in the vines tried to pull free and yelled “keep that monster away from me! I serve the Panic Discord!”