Rewind the clock a few minutes before the twins blew up the mountain…
Carmen felt her arms burning. Every part of her body screamed at her to stop, but her hands remained steady—fists clenched within her treasured gauntlets. The Knight Commander staggered, her breath ragged with blood trickling down the deep gash on her brow. Dirt and sweat were mixed with the blood gushing down her innumerable lacerations, and just moving was enough to trigger pain impulses that would paralyse the ordinary man.
However, she persisted through the pain. Pain meant that she was alive… that she could still fight.
Her opponent wasn't in a perfect state either.