Bianka was bleeding,  the crimson ichor seeping from her arm and staining her white surcoat from elbow to wrist. It wasn't a deadly wound but it would eventually wear her down in combat. She was inspired by how Taliana fight though,  helping the stranger get his footing before fonsihig the man she had brained in the helmet this time her sword splitting his side before she moved up to the elf's side and stood by st the ready. Her face was minorly pained and her skin sheened with sweat but she was in a ready stance with her claymore.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>