She felt a solid response from her sword, and a grunt of pain from Christian. Her left arm fell limply by her side and she staggered back, her smile finally faltering as the agonizing pain assaulted her senses. Christian still stood his ground, appearing to be quite healthy. She couldn't help but feel the strike wasn't worth its price. For letting a rush of blood to her head, it was ample punishment.
“Enough, your skill is unmatched with the blade High Cleric, I would not have us do undue injury in our desire for victory…” The way he leaned on his weapon suggested that Esfir had done more damage than she initially thought.
“Your bone is surely broken, and I believe I myself have sustained a significant injury. I will visit the healer now and can only suggest you do the same. It was an honour to spar with you High Cleric and I would be grateful to have you by side on the field of battle.”
"As am I." Her voice was weak and sentences interrupted by her labored breathing. The knowledge that there were other capable fighters in the order was a relief. "That was a great spar, Sir Christian."
She turned down the offers of assistance as she left the sparring area, even though she felt like keeling over. A little pain can't possibly kill me, she thought. Slapping her robe over one shoulder, she made her way out of the training hall while holding her broken arm. A slight glow radiated from the palm of her right hand, a by-product of her magic in the works. She was trying her best to contain the bleeding and held the bone in place, until she could reach the healer's quarters. It was best to leave it to the experts instead of her half-assed healing magic. Some high cleric she was.
Christian, who was heading towards the same destination, was just a few steps ahead of her. She caught up and greeted him with a "Hey."