When Amy's opponents were all down, she systematically began to check herself over for any serious injury. Apart from a few cuts, and bruises, she seemed to be alright. She looked around at the others to make sure they weren't seriously injured as well, and satisfied, she began to collect up the weapons the dragons had used, so that they would be out of their reach. 

As she collected books, she looked down at them, disguised. "Using books as weapons, why go so far so as not to read books" She shook her head, and carefully stacked them. So the wooden swords couldn't be used as weapons any more, she snapped them into pieces, and rolled up the chains, shoving them in a corner to be dealt with later. 

All the while she watched with wariness at the fallen Dragons, wary of any attack, or anyone simply playing possum. she untied her hair when it seemed the danger was passed, fingers trailing over her jaw, knowing it would bruise. Sometimes you had to let a blow land, in order to take your opponent down. She worked if for a moment, but was satisfied that it wasn't broken. She rolled her shoulders, but there didn't seem to be any damage from the chains. 

"Is everyone alright?"