"Do you want to continue?" asked Arienne, who felt warm blood on the back of her neck, her left shoulder and right thigh. "Even with your skills, it'll take at least an hour for you to reattach that arm."
"Tch," snickered the other woman, dark eyes cool and collected without any hint of anger or pain. "What about you? You've got about ten minutes
before my paralysis poison sets in. Even though you've managed to injure me, it's just a small thing."
The mass of floating projectiles began to swirl in a menacing manner.
While she couldn't be certain if Deena's words were true, Arienne couldn't take the risk. Within her mouth, she bit down on one of her fake molars and quickly drank the all-purpose antidote within.
"How long can you keep numbing yourself with your medical magics? I've cut plenty of people's arms off, and let me tell you, the pain isn't so easily ignored."
