Judgment was bleeding all over her face. She had just been knocked down yet again but it was not in character for her to stay down at this point.
Despite th fact that her thin, almost white legs were trembling, she was still pushing herself up.
Jerimoth gave her an uncomfortable look.
"This is getting too much for you. How about you retreat? At least you will be able to get some treatment quickly and still save yourself."
Jerimoth himself who was talking wasn't without his own scars. He looked equally worse for wear. The difference was that his body seemed built for the injuries across them while for Judgment, it looked completely foreign.
Moreover, it wasn't like the daughter of the Vallithian tribe had ever taken a compound of wounds to this grave.
But still, she was grinning.
"Am I complaining? I'm not complaining so I don't need you to complain for me."
She spread her blood teeth even wider and gave him a thumbs up.
"Let us beat each other to death."
