Vivi froze solid where he stood, entranced by the sight of Jasons blood spilled on the gym floor. He saw the pain in his face, and it awoke memories inside of Vivi. Painful memories of hatred and carnage which began to surge into his consciousness and course through his veins like a toxic black blood.
Ondréa glared down on her wounded opponent, breathing heavily, slightly surprised by the surge of rage within her. He had already given her quite a frustrating time in their scuffle, and that only compounded to the feelings she held for more personal reasons. Still, she had not meant to draw blood.
She cast her eyes down upon the ground, ashamed of her rashness and lack of control. As a fencer, she greatly understood the importance of managing her emotions. Having failed to do so against an amateur was a disgraceful display of herself. She bent down toward Jason, and quickly worked her way under his right shoulder, helping him up.
Come on. Ill take you to the clinic