[ her helmet removed, the impact on blaze's chest causes her to retch— rolling onto her side as she coughs up water onto the ground. it will take her a moment of doing this, with sharp, desperate intakes of breath into her lungs, before she's able to process the world around her beyond the pain in her chest. shakily, she manages to pull herself back to her feet before dipping her head slightly in lancelot's direction. ]
You have bested me, Ser Lancelot. I thank you for your mercy.
[ followed by a short cough, tears welling in her eyes from the sensation of water caught where it's not supposed to be, though she blinks them away quickly.
on a normal occasion, she might hate to receive the mercy of another—the pity. here and now, however, she has her sights set higher than her own pride, leaving her no choice but to commend the person before her not only for his skill and strength, but also his grace. he could have killed her with purpose, or simply left her to die as water filled her lungs, and yet he did neither. the confusion is written all over her face, despite her thanks. ]
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You have bested me, Ser Lancelot. I thank you for your mercy.
[ followed by a short cough, tears welling in her eyes from the sensation of water caught where it's not supposed to be, though she blinks them away quickly.
on a normal occasion, she might hate to receive the mercy of another—the pity. here and now, however, she has her sights set higher than her own pride, leaving her no choice but to commend the person before her not only for his skill and strength, but also his grace. he could have killed her with purpose, or simply left her to die as water filled her lungs, and yet he did neither. the confusion is written all over her face, despite her thanks. ]