The white haired girl had not meant to dodge either of the two now, her eyes completely focusing on the boy who had spoken exactly when the feather bit into the flesh of her back, sliding easily between ribs as she moved back from the blow the woman had landed. [color=9e0b0f]"Good."[/color] She said, though neither we fatal wounds, just harsh and painful though when she moved again it was to turned her head and spit blood onto the floor. [color=9e0b0f]"You haven't gotten it yet either?"[/color] She asked, surprised by the density of the crowd watching her bleed in front of them. Lifting a hand she turned, the feather knife splitting her flesh as she did so and pulled the bandage off her next to show the bleeding mess that was her neck in the middle of the healing process.[color=9e0b0f] "I am unable to die, as far as personal experience, fighting and experiments are aware."[/color]

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