When struck there wasn't any pain, in fact it was no different than soft cotton falling on her arm. She had expected blood and pain, but when she was struck a second and third time it was almost surreal. With out thinking about it, lady Elizabath naturally exclaimed.
"I'm…fine?" Her screen indicated an attack happening behind her but there was nothing that screamed you're going to die. Turning to look at her attackers she didn't know that her strength ratio was in the double digits by a very careful layering of mechanical advantage. Her arm caught the person stabbing her and he went flying back as if clotheslined by a linebacker. Looking at her arm the person and the fact she was fine there was a moment of clarity.
"Lady Tiffaney…I can, I can manage this. Please save them, no matter what."
Hearing her love agonize silently before agreeing, her heart felt softly tickled. Knowing how strong the heir was, It was her turn to do her part.
