This was also more injury than Tai Feng had ever experienced. Scrapes, bruises and broken bones are one thing, but in a condition like this, her surviving long enough to get healing might just have to get chalked up to raw, volcanic spite.

This hurt. This hurt a lot. The stunned shock was starting to wear off and it all REALLY HURT, even as Eileen moved outward to work on healing lower breaks. She could breathe without wanting to scream now, that was a plus, but when she clenched her fist her whole arm lit up, fire screaming up seemingly the entire composition.

Eileen kept her talking. "No," she confirmed. "Normal eyes."

She breathed out, slowly, out her nose; a tentative breath, uncertain what would hurt. "He get...faster, suddenly. That when he throw me, too. I faster than him, then he suddenly is catch a fist and throws."

She hated just lying here like this. Sitting still, even knowing that Eileen was making her better; that was too much. Tai Feng was the type who could barely sit still at the best of times, even in normal conversation. This...

She'd rather be running, she thought sourly. Maybe soon, she could.