Willow fell to a knee after her final blows. The damage catching up to her and making her lose her balance after putting all she had left into those last two strikes. Still, like her masters had taught her, she kept her eyes on her foe. Gritting her teeth and willing it to succumb to it's injuries. Even as it began to wobble and the smell of burnt blood filled the air around it, willow did not relax. Only when the dust had settled from its collapse did she final let the tension leave her body. She spat blood and dust from her mouth and slowly began to raise to her feet, only to be lifted up by the survivors. The odds had not been in their favor, and more than she would have liked had fallen. But they lived. And she hoped they had learned they are together together than apart. Maybe the gladiators would be less easy for the slavers here to control if they were more ready to work together...<br/><br/>Willow allowed them to carry her, though with her injuries she wished they would be gentler about it, but she did not cheer or celebrate herself. There was a slight thrill of victory in her, no lie, but she felt little joy in slaying a chained beast to put coin in slavers pockets. She did can her surroundings and allowed herself a smile as Calah began to rise up. She gave her nod. That was a victory she could celebrate.<br/><br/>Soon enough they were lead back to their cells, Willow sitting on her cot and leaning against the cold stone wall, staying still and focusing on recovering as much as she could. She doubted there would be any trouble any time soon...but she felt vulnerable enough here as it was, she'd rather be ready for any problem or opportunity that came her way.<br/><br/>If possible; taking a short rest to restore Ki and spending 2 hit die on recovery<br/>hit points recovered if short rest is completed<br/>At 2023-02-28 09:57:35, Winds Of Lust (uid: 4709) rolls: 2d8m2 Result: 16 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=163642)<br/>