The pain in her carpus was now canvasing up her radius, sending a slight chill along her spine in effort to subdue the agony that twitched endlessly within her ankle. Little lacerated flesh to where the masculine had laid down his crucifixion, although their was either a winner or loser of that fight he too did not go untouched from that battlefield. The dame did quite enough damage to his shoulder and maybe even his spine, but who could really predict such a thing? Still, she was not done with the brute, there will come a time when she will declare maul on him, but until then her wounds will need to mend themselves back to the way they used to be. Impulsive little appendages threatening to shred any who dare strip her from her rank.
Coming forth upon a creek, one in which was stained with some kind of destruction. Blood lapping at her already crimson painted phalanges, at the sight of these marvelous colorings Sinister would bent down to run her pink tongue over the red goo. She could taste a mingle of two persons, both were looking for revenge and victory and surely one had made their mark and took what was rightfully theirs. It was then that she'd bathe her vessel in the bristling waves that took it into their hands to strip her from the magnificent blanket of rich scarlet fondue. Yet as the force of the rippling waters tugged at the wound on her ankle a slight pang rode up her left leg, her shoulder wasn't touched yet but she'd decide to savor that for later on by touching it up with her own saliva. With the refreshing fountain circling around her, the pain would finally subside and Sinister would wade further into the waters. Noting a unsteady essence near her own, give or take only a couple feet away though no where in sight at the moment. Even so, the goddess kept her walls raised high in effort to keep out whatever omen came.