Dawnstrike
"She should be dead," The delta healing the Luna croaked, tears slipping free. "Her body has been through so much trauma, any other person would have died ten times over," She continued her spiel, her brows crinkled as she concentrated. "But her soul is tethered tight to the goddess knows what. She is a tank. But she has gone through so much. Her body will give in if this goes on."
Gallinti could tell that after all the hours of healing and having to pull Eve again and again from the brink, it was getting to her. There was an edge of panic in her voice and fragile hope as the battle carried on just outside the tent.
Darius who had pronounced himself as Malrik, though Gallinti was not sure just how much he wanted to believe from the tyrannical bastard, had regrouped his forces and the battle had commenced minutes after the light of the fiery woman had gone out.
