[i][b]*Smack*[/b][/i]

Yuudai brushed aside Jiang's hands as he attempted to help her, choosing to instead to stand up under her own power with a low growl of discomfort. It was not that she was ungrateful but something else had her attention at the moment... Moving over she picked up the hilt of what remained of the sword that she once held, and she could feel a sadness swell within her chest. She did not expect such a feeling to overcome her of all people. The blade was just meant to be a piece of iron rotting away that she would never think about, but she could not hold back the knowledge that it was really the only connection she even had to the unknown woman that hed birthed her.

[color=ed145b][i][b]"I'm fine."[/b][/i][/color]
 
She gave a blunt answer to Kenji, her face purposefully hidden from view and was clearly lieing about being hurt as blood was coming from her wounds. She allowed her grip to loosen from the hilt of the sword, casting it to the ground in a weak manner along with the remaining pieces. With that she started to leave with some of the others towards Ru, her gaze now returned to the mask of indifference as she ignored both her wounds and the small fact she had left her shirt behind as well.