With a stumble, Zilania moved back, narrowly avoiding getting her arm chopped off, breathing heavily after several hours of fighting, glancing down, she had not been doing too great, missing a few fingers on her right hand, covered in blood from several dozens of slashes she had endured, none of them were very deep, but the stone scimitars inflicted most horrible injuries against anything their edge landed upon.
So although not too severe, her wounds still bled greatly, though, as an Emerald Herald, her ability to heal and alleviate wounds was incredible, so despite appearances, she was not doing too bad, she had merely chosen to only heal the bare minimum required to converse as much of her emerald light as was possible in case Ir'Houwl pulled something dangerous, especially with that red sand of hers.
