Micheal shook his head. "Don't heal it, it- it does not hurt that much..." he said weakly. Standing up slowly, he gripped her hand and hauled her to her feet. Holding her close for a moment before letting her go. Micheal staggered to the training room. Picking up his sword on the way, Micheal dragged it after him. "I am not ready to fight this thing, I must... I must train... I must practice...." Micheal Rambled on about how they were not safe until it was gone or dead. He new deep inside he should rest, his stomach hurt allot. But he lifted his sword anyway and began to swing at a wooden dummy. As his blow missed and he staggered. Micheal gripped the dummy to steady himself.