Seraza's mind refused to think.
Through the piercing pain from her shattered mouth, she struggled to form thought. She was unable to determine the how, but she knew what had occurred.
She had been punched. Just one, single blow had left her in this state. Bleeding on the ground, disoriented and wracked with pain.
Despite her current state, she still tried to stand.
Every single Sanguine warrior that had a hand in Seraza's prowess held different views about her, some called her crazy, mad. Others, determined, battle crazed.
But there was one trait that had never failed to be mentioned by all: stubbornness.
Once she had a target or goal, Seraza never gave up, even if her body broke. She shakily rose from the ground.
Her blurry vision began to clear, and her brain started working. She replayed all that had occurred in the past seconds.
'I didn't see him move.'
