Jingu dragged herself against the wall, leaning her back against it and looking at her leg. The gash in her leg was longer than her hand and still deep enough to require stitches. Her left eye was already swelling shut from Masamune's hard punch, and through her good eye she watched blood continue to trickle from her leg wound. She tore off a section of her sleeve and wrapped her leg the best she could with trembling hands. Her right cheek still stung from the crop, a little puffy and red, but it'd be fine in a few hours. After wrapping her leg she leaned her head back against the cold cement, frowning softly. She could practically hear Mitsuhide laughing at her.