Slamming into a tree, she slumped down the bark, landing in a slight puddle of swamp mud. Looking up, thinking to herself, "How could I let my guard down as her eyes closed, and moments later, she faded into a deep reflection of everything she had been through?
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Opening her eyes again, Sanguina saw Vick standing over her. His sword was diagonally blocking a massive black club, the metal straining against the force. She noticed his right side had gone slightly limp, his arm likely injured.
Sanguina's thoughts came flooding back. "I let myself get injured, and he dived in to protect me... he probably has a broken arm at this point."
She stood up, her head spinning as the wound on her side slowly began to close. The sharp, metallic scent of blood mixed with the earthy, damp smell of the swamp. "The healing has slowed since I went into my powered-up state against that damn Shinigami," she realized, feeling the sluggishness of her body's recovery.
