The demon dead, Rikive yanked out her sword and dropped down to her knees. She stabbed the blade into the concrete, gripping it tightly and leaning on it to remain upright. She breathed heavily, a cold sweat starting to break out on her skin. The pain in her arm was starting to spread up to her shoulder and across her chest. 

It felt like a million, red hot pins were being stuck into her skin. She gritted her teeth and forced herself to look up at Parael when he spoke to her. "Pain!" She hissed out through her teeth. She squeezed her eyes tight and ducked her head back down, pressing it to the cool metal of her sword. "It's...spreading!" She explained through labored breaths.