THE ATTACK (2)

Velmoria staggered back, gasping heavily.

Sweat trickled down her forehead, as she struggled to maintain consciousness. What had hit her? She had not seen it coming. What were the words that floated in the air, and why was she suddenly able to answer them? What did HP mean? What did status effect mean?

Her vision swam in front of her, as the words flickered into and out of each other, glowing with a golden radiance that reminded her of the halo their queen and her brother had. The sensation of whatever had hit her was still painfully nauseating, painfully wrong. 

She grit her teeth, tightening the grip on her whip, ready to throw out another attack, when a wave of heat spread of the point of impact of her chest. 

It hurt, it hurt painfully.

The pain was not like a normal burn. It ate at her, feeling like living fire that sunk into her body. The pain was so much that she lost feeling in her legs and fell to her knees.