The target dummys

Kiki runs in and and tugged her bracelet. She then hacks at some of the dummys making it seem like she'd been here awhile. "That was kinda stupid of me..." she thought to herself as she stabbed a dummy in the head.

Kris walks into the arena with Wes slumped over her shoulder. "haha i win." Kris set her down

Wes, still unconsious, lay still curled up on the dirt floor, silent.

"Wes..." Kris pokes her

Wes remains still and silent.

Kris sighs and grabs the water bottle she keeps hooked to her belt. She opened it and dripped some nectar into Wes's mouth.

Wes awakes, rolls over belly-up, and groaned, "oww..."

"Are you okay?" Kris says trying to look worried, which she was good at.

Wes reached up to feel the back of her head, touching a deep bruise. not a god idea. She moaned in agony.

"Wes, Answer me." Kris looked at her

Wes, having trouble thinking through all the pain, says something real smart, "huh..."

Kris face palms. "Are. You. Okay?"

Wes groans, "you tell me." Wes turns her head so Kris could see. "How bad does it look?"

"Actually it doesn't look that bad." Kris says examining the bruise

"...really, cause it feels worse than most migraines ive had, and those literally feel like my heads been steak-driven." Wes groans in deeper agony, the talking making it worse. Her eyes rolled up, and she dropped her head back to the ground, accidentally, not even bothering to groan that time, being very quiet.

"Wes... my goodness." Kris gives Wes more nectar. "Come on Wes stay with me."

Wes's eyes fluttered open, and she groaned yet again. "mmm...whered you bring me anyways?" Wes tried to see her surroundings, but everything beyond Kris was very fuzzy.

"Try the arena." Kris said feeling Wes's forehead

Wes closes her eyes, "wh-why would, why would you bring me here?"

"Honestly i don't know..." Kris looks around

Wes (head is up now, from looking around) hesitantly reclines her head, wanting to lay it back down, not wanting the bruise to be touched.

Kris looks at her. "You gto hit with a... rock."

Wes looks at her, accusingly. "rocks don't do that damage, ive been hit with many rocks before. *This* was a sword. A hilt i assume."

Kris starts fiddling with her ring out of nervousness. "But i saw a rock hit you. "

"and I know the difference beetween a rock and a sword." Wes groans again and lowers her head, turned on its side, to the ground.