[color=ed1c24]“Aghh... my head... to oblivion with those bastards...”[/color] Ki'ira muttered when she began to regain consciousness. She felt like she tried to beat a mountain with a headbut... bloody hell, being hit by that axe, made her feel like her skull was split apart... In fact she was quite sure it almost was. At least the deep cut on her shoulder didn't bleed, a nice side effect of her flaming attacks that tended to consume the area she fought in. The wounds usually burned up, which at least stopped the bleeding. She took her a few moments to focus her eyes, but eventually she realized the darkness was just the night... It was so silent in here now... how long was she out? The fires around her had burned out some time ago, so she must have been out for a day or so at least.[color=ed1c24]” Sheesh... I nearly bled out, good thing I caused a fire in here...”[/color] She said to herself, slowly standing up, using her right arm that bore no wounds to lean on the nearby ruin of a building.

[color=ed1c24] “Ohhh...”[/color] A tired, confused gasp escaped her lips as she nearly fell back to the ground as everything was spinning... Placing a hand on her head, she looked at herself, she was dirty and the clothes she just tricked out of that brothel, were already falling into pieces of ashes. For which time in the matter of few days since her resurrection, she found herself naked again?[color=ed1c24]” Need clothes... aghhh...no, first I need to tend to the wound... along with clothes!”[/color] She muttered to herself, moving along the wall. She slowly, dizzily and painfully walked towards the nearest intact building. The door wasn't really locked and she quickly found her way inside. She ran through the things in the kitchen, finally finding herself the much needed alcohol. Opening the bottle, she quickly took a few gulps from it and then poured the rest over the nasty cut on her left arm. Pain ran through her nerves and she dropped the empty bottle, it fell on the stone floor and shattered, ringing in her ears. Following that, she moved to the other rooms, locating the bedroom and helping herself to the clothes there. She cared not that it must have belong to someone before, the city seemed empty now. She found a decent sized skirt and a clean white shirt and everything else such as undergarments. She was still too dirty to wear those though. After some more search through the room, she found a set of sewing tools. With painful expression she took a needle and thread and began stitching the cut. More blood began steeping from the wound, but she eventually finished stitching it up. She then returned to the clothes, taking one of the dresses from the wardrobe, she tore it to long pieces so she can bandage her wound. After pouring some more alcohol on the wound, she quickly wrapped it in a few layers of bandages, before starting to dress up. 
 
[color=ed1c24] “If nothing else this time I'm properly dressed... even the high boots are nice~”[/color] She managed to find a very good pair of those in the house. Her stay in it continued for about an hour or two, before she was ready. Her head was still spinning a little and her ears were ringing, but she was finally in state to at least move about. That was it, she was done taking on such fights with no equipment, had she had a sword, she could have stopped that blow...[color=ed1c24]” Aghh... Someone is at the palace...Aghh...”[/color]She finally noticed through the ringing in her ears. The palace... there were bound to be at least a decent sword there and since there were people, they probably knew what happened to everyone in the city. She put a hand on her mouth as she suddenly felt she wanted to throw up, but managed to contain it and the desire passed. Still the ringing in her ears was too big with the enchanced hearing, so she reached and took off the fox ears, putting them inside her shirt for safekeeping. 

 She did not notice how much time it took her to reach the palace, but it seemed like forever to her. Finally she reached the front gate of the place... there were people out in the front. She still had problems focusing her eyes, but she managed to distinct the different people... some were wearing big sacks that were ringing of metals she could hear it with her normal ears... robbers?[color=ed1c24]” Before all of you fools start fighting for some petty jewelry, can some of you tell me how long time I was out since that attack?” [/color]She said, leaning on a pillar[color=ed1c24].” What happened to all those cultist idiots with their annoying chant?”[/color] Ki'ira asked, finally beginning to regain her ability to see properly without the need to try really hard to focus on things.[color=ed1c24]” Also I need a sword... anyone have one I can take and leave before whatever that petty squabble that's forming begins?...Aghghhh...”[/color] She asked, but the desire to throw up appeared once again and she quickly put a hand on her mouth again. It was going to take a while to recover from that concussion. It made her feel dizzy...