"Cough! Cough...!"
Blood spattered across the dirt floor of the arena as it burst from Jasmine's mouth, and Celestina watched it with her own two horrified eyes.
Frantic, she rushed to her side. Jasmine knelt there, panting, her head bowed low.
"Jasmine!"
In an instant, a health potion materialized in Celestina's hand.
"Quickly, drink this."
She uncapped the bottle and raised it to Jasmine's lips. Still struggling to catch her breath, Jasmine parted them and drank greedily.
'Her head is bleeding, and her hand as well. Her armor is cracked, though at least it is not destroyed...'
There were many wounds, and probably more hidden beneath the armor, which was still working to mend itself. Celestina gritted her teeth and hurriedly produced another health potion for her to drink.
Meanwhile, her glare settled on Pierre.
