"<span style="color: #4000FF">You know... I think my sister would enjoy tormenting you for the strange way you speak, Blurm.</span>" She smiles at him and walks to his side. It's almost like she was numb to her own viciousness. Utterly blind to her brutality. She moves next to him quickly and continues to hold her hand. "<span style="color: #4000FF">We should get this patched up perhaps.</span>" She says, holding up her blood covered hand. It was dripping off her fingertips at this point.<br/><br/>The girl was obviously no stranger to pain being the fierce competitor she was, but usually loosing blood is a bad thing. Especially if no medical equipment is involved. "<span style="color: #8000FF">I'm getting a bit woozy.</span>" She says holding onto her partner's arm. At this point it's obvious her adrenaline has stopped pumping through her body and she's coming back down from her battle frenzy.