Endurance B1C9

"Move!" I screamed, even as the beast behind us roared and surged back onto its feet. Blake, having let go and begun her descent, was flung through the air – crying out as she slammed into one of the walls. My eyes widened as I saw her fall. Not towards solid ground, but that deep pit that surrounded the arena.

"NO!"

"I've got her," Weiss gasped, throwing an arm out and creating a structure of ice that broke the Assassin's fall, also bouncing her back onto the platform where she coughed and struggled to move. Crocea Mors clattered past her, to rest beneath the roaring Grimm.

[...]

Her hooded face turned back to the battle, mine following as I saw Ren tossed aside, stumbling and struggling to stand. A claw slammed down but a dark figure tackled him aside, Blake dragging him behind her as she fled.

–B1C9


Of those who had taken damage, Blake was the one that worried me the most. The Assassin was on hands and knees, struggling to push herself up from the stone floor.

If it hadn't been for Weiss' timely spell, Blake would have fallen from the ledge and surely died. Pushing myself up, I staggered over to her, holding my side with one hand as I tried to crouch down beside her. It hurt. I felt so weak that I doubted it would even be possible to help her up.

"Are you okay?" I rasped instead, touching a hand to her shoulder. The girl's hood had fallen loose, revealing long, black hair and two feline ears.

"I'm okay." The words came out as a gasp, Blake taking great gulps of air. "I'm… just winded."

Her left hand gripped her right shoulder, that arm shaking slightly as she sat up. Had she injured it in some way, perhaps striking it against the wall? Her golden eyes caught my concern.

"I'm fine," she glanced away. "There's no need for your concern. But thank you…"

–B1C10