(I feel this was truly a pyrrhic victory once again! Bad luck, please go away!)<br/><br/>Fury. Rage. Exhilaration.<br/><br/>Back in the depths of her clouded mind, Eilnear had felt these blood rages occur from time to time. Back when she did...whatever it was that she did. Either way, the experience felt so right and natural to her. Just letting her bloodlust do the swinging for her. It felt incredible, even if she couldn't see the carnage.<br/><br/>But she was sure going to pay for it, shuddering as she felt the pain retake her sense in waves. It hurt everywhere and in a most unpleasant manner. Touching even one area of herself revealed a hand stained with blood, the burly warrior feeling somewhat faint from how much she had lost in the scuffle. If she didn't treat her wounds, it was obvious she'd fall unconscious to blood loss. Which wouldn't do for several reasons. One being that something could attack again. Two, in that she could straight die in her sleep.<br/><br/>And three. Leaving the poor pale girl tied to the spit after such a furious battle. With the snakelike creature now dead and resting in pieces, there was no immediate threat to stop her from untying the girl. Providing that Eilnear could get to her, the brutish woman forced to move at a snail's pace for fear of opening her wounds even further. Even going so far as to to collapse alongside her, bringing her trembling hands to the messy bonds and struggling to unravel them. It took quite a while but soon, the girl would be free of her bonds.<br/><br/>"L-Listen. I need you to...put this...on my...wounds..." Eilnear would sluggishly reach into her pocket, drawing out that vial of ointment with her quivering fingers before it dropped to the ground. Even worse was trying to remove her leather armor, only able to loosen it before she was forced to stop for fear of doing more damage to herself, heavily panting as she forced herself to sit upright.