[i]Olivia bowed her head before initiating her combative stance, while still gritting her teeth through the throbbing pain. It hurt like hell - she felt as if she would vomit from the agonizing flares in the stump of her left arm, the smell of burnt flesh in the air. The rainwater didn't help, washing over the stump and seeping into the cauterized wound. But she'd get through, nonetheless - through victory or defeat, as likely as the latter was.[/i] [i]She began with a few steady steps. Olivia still had her shield for inflicting damage and deflecting Caye's sword, but nothing more. With her right kneecap practically shattered, she couldn't walk, much less run, though she approached Caye ever so quietly.[/i]