Claire's legs were trembling so hard that she felt like falling to the ground. She remembered the soft sensation of the snow under her body every time she fell there, the way it cooled down her sweaty and hot body. While remembering that sensation, she couldn't help but smile a little bit, just to notice how unreasonable she was being and slapping herself on the face as strongly as she could.
Her slap seemed more like a whip hitting her face, leaving a red mark there and even making her lower lip bleed. The wave of pain that crossed her body was enough to get Claire to her wits again. She forgot about the soft and cold sensation, paying total attention to the battle.
'That's right...', she thought, her opaque and distant eyes focused on her enemies, though she wasn't looking at any specifically. Her eyes didn't seem to be staring at them, but at a spot beyond those Dreads. It was quite strange.
