As the storm of confusion reclaimed her, the tension bled from Louise's limbs. In the heart of the clash, her body went slack, an open target for attack.
A moment later, her body shook after receiving a heavy impact that jolted her right shoulder; no, it jolted even her fading consciousness as light returned to her eyes.
Louise released the breath she was holding, and cold sweat began to drench her back. She clamped her mouth shut, teeth gnashing against each other. A vein popped out on the back of her palm as she tightened the grip on her spear shaft.
"Let's stop the spar, right here."
For a brief moment, Louise saw her vision flicker like a glitched monitor. She took a deep breath, trying to clear out the fog that started to invade her mind.
'What is this!? Why does everytime he speaks, my consciousness is...!?'
