Wraith also helped from the shadows, but as he noted that she had everything under control, he began to make his way back. He didn't know why, but he didn't feel like traveling halfway across town to get to his own home. Besides, they'd probably just continue crossing paths and causing problems.

Soon, there were only 6 left. She froze them in place, then broke them. She listened for a while, before realizing no one seemed to be bothered by what just happened. She sighed, and the sword disappeared. Well, not disappeared, but it was in a safe place that only she could get too. Just like all her other weapons. She also noticed her side was bleeding, with a deep gash. It didn't bother her like it should've but she still had to get it mended.

By the time Wraith got back, he was feeling a bit of regret, using his damaged shoulder so much. He eased himself back into the bed, hissing softly. Well. That was painful.

She hoped up onto the windowsill, not entirely in yet and perched there, kinda like a cat would. " Oh. You're still here. "

"Well, yeah." Wraith murmured, glancing at her. "What happened to you?"

She climbs inside, and walks over to a shelf, grabs a purple bottle off the shelf, opens it, and sticks her hand in the liquid. " Got into my monthly fight. " she says. She takes her hand out and rubs it on the wound, and while it makes a hissing sound, it seems like it doesn't hurt her at all.

"A monthly fight? You routinely battle someone?"

" Yup. "

"Sounds brutal."

" Not really. "