The fight concentrated until all of the enemy soldiers in the room were either killed or pushed out of the egress they were defending. Blood flew from stained weapons and shouts of anger and pain mixed together with the steel and terror. Whatever the defenders held so dearly would soon be revealed.

Sabine nearly jumped when Peiter interrupted her healing of one of the soldiers. She glanced up to look at him with a fear in her eyes before looking straight back at the wound of their ally. It was a nasty gash of a silver sword that can cut through the thigh of his gambeson. He was writhing from the pain, even under Sabine's treatment. A few moments later of avoiding Peiter's question, Sabine was satisfied that she had done all she could and that the soldier would live. She let his comrades carry him back to other healers.

It was only then that Sabine stood up and caught Peiter's eye again. She had just about forgotten his words, evident by her flustered response. "I am...I am okay. I just drew too close," she quickly mumbled. She raised her right hand up to take Peiter's upper arm, but stopped and looked at the blood still weeping all over it. She awkwardly raised her other hand to his arm instead. Peiter didn't seem wounded at all, much to her relief. "We cannot stop, do not-"

"Peiter!" Gallus voice barked out in a crack of impatience. he was just behind the melee. "Here! Now! The fight's not over!"