((Alright, folks... settle down. -.-; I have nothing against either party here, but I will not hesitate to go drag you all into corners. ;P
In other words, can we please quit picking on Dirk? He hasn't said anything negative except telling Dizzy to eh.. shut up. >>; So shall we stop?
And thanks for the compliment Dirk. xD The fight was fun. Damn good to not worry about someone throwing psionics and planar s**t in my face. >.o; ))
As the wireweb vanished, as well as Raven's clone, the hardened energy strands began glowing before vanishing from sight again and retracting back into the weary soldier's form. Looking upwards at Raven she cocked an eyebrow. "Well done"? That's all he could say? Growling softly, she cast the illusion on her katana once more, and sheathed the now single blade. As he jumped down however, she fell back into a defensive stance, until he made it clear that this fight was done...for now, at least. Remaining silent even as he made his disappearance (and she was certain he was gone, his scent had faded on the wind...or so she thought), she finally relaxed and her legs collapsed beneath her. Sitting in a lotus position for a few moments, she stretched out her damaged left leg, and grabbed a piece of a wooden plank (there were several pieces scattered about from their fight) and pulled some bandages from her back pocket of her jeans. Carefully, she created a makeshift splint, tieing the wooden plank tight against her leg with the bandages. Standing back up, she leaned heavily against the ship's rail and took a look at her damaged right arm. "Damned be that man..." she cursed silently, looking at a particularly nasty gash on the forearm where a piece of bone that had splintered off had stabbed through the skin and moved as she had fought, tearing at the skin. Pulling the thing out, she watched the wound bleed momentarily, before pulling out a small satchel from her right from pocket...