[i]Rising up from the barren ground and shaking from the intense pain, Marcia's face suddenly contorted into a look of fright as Zachary charged, her right hand immediately reaching for the short sword at her side in a panicked manner as he came closer and closer. The metal sliding out of it's steel holster, she raised it upwards and swung at the incoming blade, knocking it away and yet bouncing back herself. Marcia slid against the barren ground, both the wound in the back of her head and the sword stab in her abdomen bleeding heavily, yet she attempted to ignore the pain. It wasn't working, clearly, and Marcia held her abdomen and gasped in apparent anguish as more blood fell from the wound. Zachary could've probably left her to bleed out, to tell the honest truth. This was the first time in her life that the girl had been fatally wounded, and she was no expert in healing wounds.[/i]