Raiya's wait for death seemed impossibly long. Her side throbbed in agony as she continued to cough up more blood. Right as she felt the blood lust of her enemy in front of her the swing her enemy issued was promptly blocked. She looked up to see Nemo intervene. Raiya couldn't decided whether she was happy or angry that Nemo had stopped her enemy from issuing the final blow. Her punctured lung kept her from pondering too heavily on the subject. 

Raiya began to drag herself over to the corner of the room, crawling slowly on her hands and knees, each movement further increasing her agony. Once she reached the corner of the room, she propped her back up against the wall. Raiya would have normally used a spell to heal her wounds. But her manawells were all but tapped out. So all she could do was dull the pain with a flask of alcohol she pulled out of her manainventory.