Yusho
Yusho jumped back, startled by her recovery, even though his lungs burned to do so, sliding to a halt closer to the castle wall than he was to her. He leaned on his knees with a sigh.
"Give me a break. As if your weapon is anything less than lethal."
Yet the Dragon-Blooded forced essence to rush through his bloodstream, reminding the holistic mechanism of his body of the wholeness of Sextes Jylis, closing the wounds opened on his palm and side. The next moment, his aura coalesced, the winds and lightning gathering into an icy staff.
He slammed it on the ground, flaking it with snow, and twirled it into a outstreched stance. "Alright then," he said, waiting.