Yet another interruption. Yvonne flinched at the grab, turning around with a snarl, only for her sails to deflate at the sight of Jazdia's pale and bloodied figure. Sparing Jonas one last glance, she scoffed and let go as she stood back up and did her best to wipe the bloodsmear off her arm.

It didn't help by much.

[b][color=#a4161a]"A few more seconds and he'd go to sleep. If I want him dead, I would've caved his head in."[/color][/b] For all the complaint she uttered, she did stopped choking the old man. Now he's slumped on the ground wheezing, looking nothing like the striking figure he was a few minutes prior. [b][color=#a4161a]"His arm needs treatment, but to hell with that. How in the world are you still standing?"[/color][/b] A hand went for the potion belt, thumbing the lids to identify the content. [b][color=#a4161a]"I have potions. It's nasty, but it does the job-"[/color][/b]

To think that her supply of healing potion will be gone after the first battle. This certainly wasn't how Yvonne envisioned her mission.