Who was shouting?<i>What</i>were they shouting? She'd never heard anything like it before. The islander struggled to get to her feet, but only managed to her knees before she started coughing up blood onto the forest floor. Her vision faded in and out and it took her several more moments until she was finally on her feet, her arm wrapped around her torso as she winced. It was only then that she finally noticed the sword pointed at her and the giant in front of her. Still shouting. The words were foreign and with the ringing still going on in her ears, the person before her might as well of been several feet from her with that volume. This figure towered over her tiny 5 foot frame and she found herself straining to look up at her; not appreciating the height advantage this one had against her. The sword in her face bothered her little, at least. If the stranger wanted to kill her, she would have done it by now. It begged the question, however, where was her spear? More adept at range, Eva had always kept her spear nearby, but it looks like it was lost in the tumble. Her troubled jade gaze traveled over the expanse of land around them, but there was no sign of her weapon. The petite islander hunched over abruptly and coughed into her hand a little more blood.<i>Not good...</i>She shook the blood from her hand and rudely spent the majority of her first few moments awake trying to figure out where they were. The islander spent all of her adult life inside the walls of her village, so these forests were as foreign to her as the giant before her.<br/><br/>Finally, her eyes fell back on the towering titan and she found herself sneering at them. Just who was this he-she? It was unclear whether they were male or female, but it mattered not to her; only the fact that they were a dragon rider. And where was that dragon anyway? Dead, hopefully. Eva leaned back against the tree she'd rolled under, brushing a few of the draping leaves from her face as she observed the giant.<br/><br/>"Bombaclad. Yah gonna chook meh wit dah blade, are yah? Wah gwann do den?" Her accent was thick and accentuated with hand gestures as she glared at the shiny beast before her. Just what were they wearing anyway? Eva could see herself reflected in the silvery finish of the material and she found herself flinching again. She had cuts and bruises everywhere and she was already well aware of the internal damage caused from the fall. At least the external cuts were starting to form shut with a soft sizzle that was clearly far from normal and even further from human. If the beast before her was foolish enough to touch her right now, they'd likely get a first degree burn with how hot the islander's skin currently was. The spirit inside of her was working away sealing over all the external injuries with its heat so she didn't have to worry over any more blood loss.