As Naael cleared the rubble, she could see the woman's face. She was elven, of course, with silver hair and a beautiful, fine-boned face. But her violet eyes were rolled back somewhat, and she seemed unable to hear Naael's voice as she breathed, a gasping near-rasp. The veins on her neck were sticking out, darker than normal, and yet she was still alive. As Naael cleared more of her body, she'd find that the woman was in a tight-fitting yet revealing outfit of black leather and metal rings, and there was a lock built into the back of it, where the woman wouldn't be able to reach it. But the source of her pain was obvious. A black metal rod was punched through her lower chest, right through her left lung, and her veins near it were huge and puffy with darkness.