Been so many bloody years since Yvonne got battered this bad. Not even getting tail-slapped by a lindwurm ruined her day to this extent. Her shoulder burned with pain, too much to ignore, as a buckshot of concrete launched in her general direction. She twisted alongside the magical impact, minimizing herself as a target as she covered her head with her working arm as best as she could, but it was still. Well. Unpleasant would be an understatement.

The hit was... right arm and sides, mostly. Wasn't quite sure. Everything's hurt so what's another ache on top?

The mercenary could feel darkness creeping in at the edge of her vision. Ah, there it comes. She had borrowed a bit too much, push her body too far that willpower can no longer keep it standing, and now the debtor came to collect. Would be nice to just fall unconscious for a few days, but no.

[b][color=#a4161a]"Fuck that was bad."[/color][/b] She'd laugh, but her chest hurt so bad just from breathing. [b][color=#a4161a]"Someone check on Sparky there. That's a lot of blood."[/color][/b]

She shook her head, steadying before taking slow and steady steps to reclaim her sword from where it fell near the pillar. Left arm hung limply and she's favoring her left leg, but she still moved anyway. One step after another, toward the blind mage that very nearly killed them all. Sparky had shot her, but double-tap on dangerous enemies was something perfectly sensible to do. Beheading probably wasn't an option in Yvonne's current state, but she could cut the throat. That'll have to do.