That was when she felt it, the searing pain. Iayda released the mans neck and stood there, limp and looking dumbfounded. She gasped, Emerald eyes wide as the burning sensation traveled up her torso. The man had been clever, not exactly a drunk, but someone whom had seen them coming. The blade doused in holy water had been hilted in her side, the only place he'd been able to reach with his weakness. Iayda stood there stunned, the pain too much to bare.<br/><br/><br/><br/>She whispered helplessly, pushing the limp man off of her, the blade still stuck in her side. She knew the wound would heal, but there would be a scar thanks to the blessed water. The man was drained of all energy, he would live, but barely. She didn't dare move as her small hands moved to the hilt of the blade as she began to pull it out, wincing and trying not to scream.