[She didn't blank out (she would be so pissed at herself if she did), but she was in a bit of a daze. Without even being fully aware of what was around her, she knew something was wrong. Her arm. Shayera raised her head off the ground, trying to shake off the daze, then turning to glance at her crushed arm underneath her.
Her arm was puffy and swollen, signs of bruises and scabs all along it. Well. That's going to be a bitch to take care of.] Oh hell...
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Her arm was puffy and swollen, signs of bruises and scabs all along it. Well. That's going to be a bitch to take care of.] Oh hell...