Despite clinching a victory, Irene hadn't left unscathed.
Along her arms were several cuts dripping with blood, and the worst of all was how drained she was.
Being completely overwhelmed in close combat, and not having a particularly significant advantage in long-range, Irene had to burn a lot of qi to keep up with the brown-clothed man.
At the moment, her body felt sore all over, her joints joining in to ache and remind her of the battle that should have been her last were it not for her trump card.
With a shake of her head, Iren quickly pushed herself off her feet and rushed to the wagon which was exactly where it had been when she first came here.
One would have expected the beast pulling the carriage to panic and run off when fighting began occurring around it, but this beast begged to differ.
