((Oh yes, that. It's been going on since September, and I'd love to explain it, but it deals with female problems, and I'm sure not everyone wishes to be informed. O___O))
From inside the Arena, more than half a day had gone by with Miyuki still lying there, passed out from exhaustion. Her wounds had begun to heal, save for the broken ribs, and she was starting to feel better, even as she slept. However, she wouldn't stay asleep for too much longer, considering she had already spent so much time at it. Her eyes fluttered open gently, and with a bemused sigh, she stared at the ceiling high above her, remembering the fight that had taken place the evening before. She had been so proud of herself. The girl she had fought had so many tricks up her sleeve, it had gotten aggravating. But she had held her own in a way she hadn't been sure possible. Yes, she was very proud of herself at this point.
With a groan, she propped herself on her elbows, pushing forward so that her back was off the ground. She continued until she was completely sitting up, and she realized just how much pain that small movement had caused her. Maybe she would sit for just a bit longer. Then she could get the rest of her wounds patched up, and perhaps get herself healed. There was no need for any strenuous activity today.
Glancing around the Arena, she smiled sheepishly at the amount of damage that had occured to it. She hoped no one would get angry about it, but then again, it should be known that some battles just weren't going to be clean the entire time. She couldn't help but laugh at her lame thought, and quickly pushed it from her mind. All that was left was a grin on her face, with a few stray hairs dangling in front of her eyes. Content yet alert. How she liked to be most of the time.
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