Lily looked around as the fight came to an abrupt, violent end. She sagged, sudden exhaustion flooding her as the adrenaline began to fade, letting the fiery pain in her back leg wake up, setting her teeth on edge. She slid to the ground in a crouch. "Let the last one go. This is over." She gathered up a handful of leaves and wiped the gore off her blade before returning it to her sheath. 

"Eranah, tend to Lammy, I saw him take a hit." She muttered the command word under her breath, the armor loosening on her. She straightened out her leg with a wince and began unstrapping her greaves, revealing her padded trousers that were slowly darkening all down the back of her leg. Not good.

"We've got twenty minutes to catch our breath, then we need to get underway. We do not want to be on the Moors after dark, there are worse things than goblins there."