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Send ➺to find my muse badly wounded and bleeding after a battle. {Still Accepting}
☆ Her tendency to be in the front of battle had provided vast consequences for the martial artist. In hand to hand combat she knew it better than any that the puncturing of a rib may leave devastating affects to her breathing, yet still when monsters made array of flurries she could not help but gasp harshly in and clutch to her side. Response was entirely reactive, fog about her gaze only cleared momentarily to see the visage of carmine, deep in texture and velvet to his figure. Tifa said it harsh, husky in her voice though it gave out partway, and slumped against the floor.
“K. Keep going...”
Such were the words of one who knew a fight did not rest on her shoulders, but to other members of it in question. Display of blood as it pooled along cement grey and lackluster, a painting splashed against mundane ShinRa working. A ringing in her ear, cultivated by the lack of oxygen she was getting, and to raise chin to see the rest of her friends and their status proved too great.
HP: 0
@elaceto
