Just what the hell do you think you're doing (CHALLENGE?!)
07-04-2015, 09:41 PM
The fight had ended.
Blood oozed from her mouth where gums had been battered, welled up from many wounds, and growing bruises gave a promise of stiffness and aches to come, but she stood triumphant and adrenaline was not given Tim to fade before she promptly and sharply shoveled to face Esti, eying with a sort of questioning readiness. She didnt know if Esti had been joking or not when she had claimed the next fight, after all, and she wasn't about to be caught flat footed. But Valen spoke up immediately, and she relaxed somewhat when he declared she would have time to heal before allowing any challenges. Cool. She wouldnt argue with that.
She let her body fall out of a brawler's stance into something more natural. She would have to walk Vana through cleaning her wounds - not particularly looking forward to that - but hey, that was life wasn't it? "Thanks Valentine," she said, head held confidently as she spoke, confident and with a hint of pride in her bloodstained half-grin, "if you don't mind i could use a private word with you later when you have a moment." She needed to establish right out of the gate that they were on the same page with this whole thing before they both got too caught up in making assumptions about where they stood.
Speaking of stood... she really did feel like she should maybe sit down. The gashes on her hip and the puncture wounds on her scruff were, while not individually that severe, bleeding pretty profusely after all that excursion and the blood loss was starting to make her a bit unsteady. Not terribly, she could - she reasoned, eying Esti with speculation - probably still keep fighting, but it was enough to make her feel uncomfortable and tired. Tongue lolling out slightly as she panted, she searched the crowd for Vana or at least the Destruction boy who was supposed to be a healer bit neither of them were anywhere to be found. Of all the luck...
Blood oozed from her mouth where gums had been battered, welled up from many wounds, and growing bruises gave a promise of stiffness and aches to come, but she stood triumphant and adrenaline was not given Tim to fade before she promptly and sharply shoveled to face Esti, eying with a sort of questioning readiness. She didnt know if Esti had been joking or not when she had claimed the next fight, after all, and she wasn't about to be caught flat footed. But Valen spoke up immediately, and she relaxed somewhat when he declared she would have time to heal before allowing any challenges. Cool. She wouldnt argue with that.
She let her body fall out of a brawler's stance into something more natural. She would have to walk Vana through cleaning her wounds - not particularly looking forward to that - but hey, that was life wasn't it? "Thanks Valentine," she said, head held confidently as she spoke, confident and with a hint of pride in her bloodstained half-grin, "if you don't mind i could use a private word with you later when you have a moment." She needed to establish right out of the gate that they were on the same page with this whole thing before they both got too caught up in making assumptions about where they stood.
Speaking of stood... she really did feel like she should maybe sit down. The gashes on her hip and the puncture wounds on her scruff were, while not individually that severe, bleeding pretty profusely after all that excursion and the blood loss was starting to make her a bit unsteady. Not terribly, she could - she reasoned, eying Esti with speculation - probably still keep fighting, but it was enough to make her feel uncomfortable and tired. Tongue lolling out slightly as she panted, she searched the crowd for Vana or at least the Destruction boy who was supposed to be a healer bit neither of them were anywhere to be found. Of all the luck...
