Bianka had little in the way of conciousness left in her. She only felt blood flow from her chest,  the axe having cut her deep and leavinher sprawled out on the ground.  Her old claynore was at her side,  caked in blood and dirt and she heard familiar voices above her. The womans black hair wreathed her head and she looked even more pale there as she bled out,  her crimson staining the white tabard she wore.<br/><br/>Bianka was tired,  she jist wanted to sleep and she was already so close,  her blue eyes closed and her thoughts slow as frozen syrup. But she hears Taliana...Taliana! Her love was asking her to keep awake and she would,  just for her. She felt the reassuring presence orbso she thought and the rags did little to stimmy the bleeding bit Bianka smiled weakly despite being near out of it.<br/><br/>Her mind thrilled and her body ached " but suddenly it wad all washed away when someone took her hand. The girl fell unconcioue but slowly the bleeding stopped and her flesh did the best to knit " and her hand was frozen in its grasp for Taliana's.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>