Jingu had hit the ground, scraping her hands and knees, flinching when she saw Mitsunari raise his arm again. When she felt no strike again, she wheezed a sigh of relief. "Hai..." She cleared her throat, chest starting to slowly loosen up. "I'm fine." She held the side of her face where she had been struck, feeling the skin hot to the touch as it started to swell. "I-I just need to run home to change.." Blood had stained the front of her shirt, and some was still running down the corner of her mouth. "Please, go on ahead of me, I don't want you to be late because of me."