Nyri shuddered, her entire form exhausted. The young teen slowly dropped her sabers, then uncertainly picked them up. Never stop fighting. Never surrender. never show weakness. Never.... She gasped for breath, then softly backed away further. Never surrender. Never show weakness. Was it weakness to do this to yourself? Immaturity at having to end this petty fight or fear of Kruzel? The child groaned, then sighed. "I'm sorry... I really.. am sorry...." she whispered, stumbling forward and aiming to stab him. It was a weak attempt for her; the girl struggled to continue but she desperately needed some real rest and medical attention. "I'm sorry..." she repeated, terrified of Kruzel. Shivering, she aimed to finish him off, knowing she'd likely fail.