Midway into her next attack Noemí faltered. It felt like the area Ashiel had bit and tore into was on fire. It hurt… and for an inexperienced fighter like herself she wasn’t used to such pain. It was making her head spin. She felt her vision swim before her eyes, possibly a mix of the actual wound combined with stress, and she came to a stop with a whimper. She shivered a bit, wondering why it hurt so much… was it because she merely wasn’t used to pain? She attempted to right her posture, to widen her stance, but the area on the right side of her body began screaming at her again. She shook her head, backing out of the stones and thus choosing to be disqualified.
“S-Sorry.” She was looking at her opponent, rather than the coydog that had been judging them. “I can’t keep going like this. I’m not really used to fighting yet… guess this hurts a bit more than I expected.” Noe shifted a little, favoring the injured area. “So... congrats on the win! Don’t falter now, yeah?” Sure he was more experienced than her, but the female hadn’t expected to lose this way. Noemí managed a cocky smile though, her playful nature shining through once more. “‘cause I’ll never let you live it down if you lose to someone like me. I’ll be watching you, Ashiel.” It was her way of saying she’d be watching his other fights, at least while she wasn’t in one herself.
