Scene #3909: Just Punching Stuff

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Ira MacNally	So Ira wanted to punch stuff. More specifically, she wanted Gudako to come punch her for practice but it seemed that the magus was still trying to decide which path to take. Ira can at least respect that. But right now she really wanted to be punched and punch things. Therefore, she's set an open invitation to the field of trials for those interested in flexing their muscles and having a little fun. She's signed the arena's visitor log and that weird agreement they had. Shortly afterwards, she was delighted to learn how flexible the place could be and had programmed up an environment to mess around in. Said environment is pretty much a "high school classroom", albiet empty except for Ira right now. She sits on the teacher's desk at the front, one leg crossed over the other, waiting the others to arrive. The place gives off the illusion of a second-story classroom. It's rectangular with windows lining one side, a whiteboard at the front of the room, and rows of easily liftable chair/desks occupying much of the space. The posters on the wall in various languages seem to consist of quotes from famous novels.
Victor Xix	The most striking thing about Victor Xix, after you get past the fact that he's almost ten feet tall, covered in muscles, clawed, and decked out with hair like a lion's mane, is that he appears to be blind. Victor has wrapped around his eyes what is clearly bandages. Hints of a nasty-looking burn around his face are already starting to fade, but it was clearly centered on his eyes. He pauses every so often to sniff the air, sharp nose flaring as he does so. He doesn't sign the visitor's book, probably because he can't see it. He also doesn't stop to look at novel quotes, presumably the same. Nonetheless, the giant navigates the classroom environment without hitting a single chair.
Sanary Rondel	Sanary's not one to turn down a chance to train with her fellow Confederates, especially after a long string of... Well, not doing a whole lot of fighting. Even with her recent discovery, she's still holding a lot of pent up energy, and it's gotta come out somehow! That's why it doesn't take her long to get to the Field of Trials, setting her real gear aside to... Get changed? Well, the setting /is/ a school. She might as well try to look the part for once, right? And indeed, Sanary does actually look the part of a high schooler! A black uniform, a heavy backpack that looks like it could be holding all sorts of books, and she's even got her hair tied up neatly! If only she was wearing a girl's uniform instead of a boy's. Still, she's likely a sharp contrast from what Ira looks like and ESPECIALLY Victor, the former drawing a friendly wave from the cleric at the door and the latter drawing a blank stare from her lone eye, then an intrigued half-whistle half-blowing noise. "Hey, Ira. And you're... Not someone I recognize. Evening~" She sounds comfortable enough, at least.
Ira MacNally	"....oh, hi." Ira seems to jump a little bit at the sight of Victor, who is unlike anyone she's seen in real life before. Just his appearance kind of reminds her of her own persona, only a lot more human. Maybe a human form Beast? A blind beast? She stares at him for a very long time before clearing her throat to indicate her general direction again. "Are you that new guy...?" she asks, hopping off the desk, "Hey Sanary! Welcome to class. Today's lesson is beating people up." she grins a fangy sort of grin and puts her hands on her hips. "I thought it would be fun to go all out in a classroom and see what kind of stuff we can do against the environment." She keeps peeking back at Victor every now and then, a faint redness on her cheeks. Good thing he can't see that.
Victor Xix	"Victor," he replies, generally, to both Ira and Sanary. The blind Greaver tilts his head in her direction. He probably isn't naturally blind, though. "I guess I'm that new guy." "Sure." He shrugs. He turns around, weaving back through the area to unhook his ragged cloak and hang it by the door at the announcement. He also unhooks his bandolier, and the empty...scabbard? Is it really a scabbard if it's almost twelve feet long?..., setting them on the coatrack as well. Now that Sanary and Ira can see under the cloak, there are not a lot of scars on the Greaver's body. Three black holes, very close to his heart, seem to be slowly closing, scar tissue already formed despite the apparent freshness of the wounds. He walks back over, again stopping to sniff the air every so often. "Any other parameters? Weapons?"
Sanary Rondel	"Oh, you're Victor! Good to finally meet ya." Sanary grins broadly as she offers Victor a firm salute in greeting, eyeing his gear as he hangs it all up. "Impressive stuff you got there... Ah. Good lesson, Ira. I've got some of my own stuff to test, so I'll be trying something different today, too." Grinning in return at Ira, the cleric holds her arms out to show that she has... No gear on her? No shields, no axes, nothing. Just what does she have planned, anyway? "I'll be doing some magic practice today, but.. Oh. Have either of you been in here before?" She doesn't wait for an answer before clearing her throat, then holding her arms out wide. "This.. Is the Field of Trials! A place where you can go all out, try all sorts of weapons and scenarios you might've never seen before, and even try to kill everyone else because none of it's gonna stick." As she speaks, she opens up that backpack and overturns it, pouring out several brick-shaped objects that look and feel rather... Plasticky. Very dense and quite solid, but rather unnatural. Magical, perhaps?
Ira MacNally	Gven the sniffing and odd reactions he's been having, Ira's already assumed that this guy grew up blind which is why he's so good at navigating and using his other senses. /Clearly/. But she doesn't voice any of this right now in a surprising display of tact, especially as he starts to semi-disrobe. Sanary will be straight up ignored during the duration of this. "Huh." Ira remarks, "Were you just in a fight? You still seem to be recovering from something." An easy smile spreads across her face, "Nah, anything goes, any weapons you can grab. Anything you brought with you-mix it up, have some fine. Name's Ira by the way, I don't know if that was picked up earlier." Upon spying Sanary's brick things, she lifts an eyebrow. One hand moves to dig something out of the pocket of her coat. "Sanary, did you bring C4? Is that C4?"
Victor Xix	Victor pauses in mid-unclothing like he's not sure what to say to Sanary's response. Finally, he settles on honesty. "If this junk is impressive, your world must be in some deep shit." "I was in the operation yesterday, with the...Core thing. A kid got me in the eyes with a plasma shot." He shrugs and walks back over, rolling his shoulders like he's stretching. "Annoying. Not a hindrance, though." If he's noticed Ira's blatant staring, he hasn't commented. "Anything I can grab. Alright, then." He nods. "Sure. Ira. Someone said it on the radio earlier." "Then let's get started," Victor says. He doesn't seem to find anything odd about the C4.
Sanary Rondel	"The weapons back home aren't so impressive. Things just break after you use 'em too much, so... Well, there's a reason I've stopped using weapons from home." Sanary winces briefly at the mention of getting shot in the eyes, her jaw clenching for a moment at being reminded about her own lost eye. But with the way he's navigating... She might have to give that a try. She's making plenty of mental notes of what she's seeing today as well, especially regarding Ira. Is the brawler...? No, she couldn't be. Then again... Well, it's not the cleric's place to pry, but to offer her support if she can think of how to do that! "If you need any ointment or whatever, I can bring some by. And I'm sure Ira here can... Uh. Help with that." Ira gets a not-so-subtle grin at that. "Sanary. Good to finally meet you, Victor." Turning to those bricks, the healer shakes her head before holding her hand out and recalling the steel-like bricks to her in a mass of floating... Bricks. "Nah, I wish. I... Uh. Kinda figured out how to make stuff. Magic stuff." She hold out her other hand to demonstrate, focusing intently as a gray substance starts pouring out of her hand and congealing in the air in front of her. It looks oddly squishy, but still incredibly unnatural. "I could shoot some explosions at you two, though, if you'd rather practice with those. I was just thinking of throwing these or something." She even swirls some of those bricks around in the air to demonstrate.
Ira MacNally	"Oh, so you regenerate too, huh?" Ira squints to get a closer look at Victor's wounds on his chest. Well, and the rest of him too, but mostly the wounds that are still in the process of healing. She's heard that it winds up being a common power of people that do a lot of fighting recently. "Okay, yeah, that's right, I remember seeing your name in that report. Cool stuff, but I won't go easy on you because you just went to a mission." Sanary makes that little comment and Ira shoots her a look, face growing a bit redder. "Well I'm not a healer or anything but I'd help. I mean. What I'm saying is I'd put my hands all over your chest-I mean wait what-oh, nice, neat brick thing. Sure, use those. Use anything." As if to demonstrate the 'anything' part, Ira scoops up one of the student desks with one hand and flings it at Sanary. "Think fast!"
Victor Xix	"It's convenient," Victor says. "No, that's fine. Thanks for the offer. It'll be fine by the middle of the week, probably." "I would be insulted if you took it easy on me. I didn't come out here as a cripple." The Greaver rolls his shoulders again. As Ira stumbles over her thoughts, Victor...politely says nothing. He might even be pretending not to notice to spare her feeling humiliated, but he also genuinely might not know what she's talking about! And then the battle starts. As Ira is moving, Victor is already kicking over a desk. From his size, Ira and Sanary probably imagine that he's going to pick the thing up and throw it, brute-force. Instead, as Ira's desk breaks into the air, Victor tears the legs off the one in front of him. He spins the legs in his hands once, as if testing the balance. Then he dives right between the two girls. He ducks under the desk still in-flight, bringing his arms around to swing at both of them with the heavy metal legs.
Sanary Rondel	"Yeah, I want to get a better idea of what this stuff can do, so-" Sanary blinks as she hears Ira shout out that vague warning, thrusting her hand out reflexively when she sees that desk coming straight for her. The gray mass from earlier moves in front of her as a makeshift shield, dampening the impact somewhat before she's forced to outright whack the desk away with her hand! "Oookay, WOW that... Hurt more than I thought. What're these things made of?" Sanary shakes her hand off as she channels some healing magic into it, eyeing the desk and actually looking rather impressed. Only for a moment, though, before Victor comes in swinging! The reason for leaving those bricks on the ground becomes evident as two of them fly towards Sanary, hovering in the air directly between herself and the incoming chair desk legs. The bricks promptly go spiralling into a wall. It gives Sanary just enough time to actually back away, though, and she's... Grinning? Yep, she's quite pleased already. "Can't do strength contests with those things, then... Interesting! Very interesting. Alright, you two! Ira. One from each side. Victor. One above, one below. In three, two, one!" And then those steel bricks fly straight at their targets! As promised, two are coming at Ira from opposite sides, and two more fly towards Victor at an upwards and an arcing angle. Although Sanary isn't hurling the bricks physically, there's still a great deal of speed and force to the steel-like constructs as they fly forward!
Ira MacNally	"I've fought cripples before. It's not all that fun." Ira asides, thinking of Janine. "Of course they were a kind of capable cripple." She speaks casually and with full command of her breath, despite having just hurled that desk. It's not so surprising to see Victor start for something similar-but only to rip the metal legs off the desk and use those as weapons. Ira nods appreciatively at the action before throwing an arm up to block the swung metal. It strikes her with a loud clanging noise and a faint crack. It might have been one of the bones in her forearm but she can't tell. It doesn't hurt all that much, the Beast's shared strength blunting the effect. As for the bricks, though, with another desk now scooped up into her hands, she side-steps one of the bricks and swings at it like a baseball, violently altering the trajectory so it flies at Victor instead! That other bright, though, hits her right in the back, knocking a bit of the wind out of her. Despite that, she stays pretty upright and still looks quite solid.
Victor Xix	There's an expectation that a big man should be slow. That a big man cannot be graceful. That a big man is clumsy, or lumbering, or fights with raw force of muscle. In truth, this is an appearance Victor goes out of his way to encourage, with his giant twelve-foot sword and scabbard (the sword for which being currently lost to the battlefield), his naked chest, and his grappler stance. People who see a ten-foot man with a twelve-foot sword expect a man who fights with raw, uncompromising brute force, and react accordingly. Many of these people do not live to regret this mistake. Sanary and Ira will, of course. The bricks come swinging in with enough force to shatter steel. They're bullets - fancy, telekinetic bullets, but bullets nonetheless, with the same general theory of ballistics behind them. Based on the size, Victor's pretty sure either could probably severely inconvenience him, if not put him out all the way. The third one, from Ira, severs a number of escape points he had been considering. So instead Victor takes an alternative path, and the girls get a first-hand look at exactly how agile Victor is. The makeshift tonfa are discarded into the up/down bricks as easily as he pulled them off their desk. The tonfa erupt in a shower of shards on impact, but changing the trajectory even slightly is enough. Victor's face twists as the first one comes down, just off its mark. The second comes up, and Victor's spine is already contorting to let that pass him by, too. He moves seamlessly into a flip, both hands leveraging on the fallen desk to drag him backwards and sling it forwards into the center of all three ballisitic objects with enough force to stop a train - just in case Sanary can control their direction at /will/. Victor lands, ripping open another desk. He's at a disadvantage in a projectile battle. In moments, there's a stapler in one hand, pencils fanning in the other like a nobleman's fan. He flings the pencils outwards, fanning them directly at Sanary and Ira. Backed by his hand they have enough force to embed themselves in the wall.
Sanary Rondel	Sanary lets out another half-whistle when Ira manages to both block that swing from Victor and knock that brick towards him with the next desk, holding a hand out to recall a few more bricks to her side. "Very good, Ira. Good def-" Before the cleric can even finish praising Ira on that, however Victor's acrobatic moves actually draw a stunned stare from her. Not because of someone his size pulling off that sort of maneuver, but because... Well, Sanary's not going to be pulling off that sort of move anytime soon. She's not built for that sort of thing! She even lets out a quiet, yet excited cheer when he smashes those conjured bricks are apart with the desk, looking quite eager to see what else those two have in store for her. More acrobatics and displays of raw power? The Beast, perhaps, or whatever's supposed to be inside that scabbard? She's definitely not expecting pencils. Still, even pencils can be dangerous in the hands of an assassin, and Sanary's recalling those bricks in front of her as another makeshift shield! Her control clearly isn't that developed yet, however, only managing to block two of the pencils before the rest that are sent her way are embedded right into her arm. Grimacing at the spray of blood, she yanks those pencils out and tosses them aside, letting her healing magic work its... Magic while the bricks start spreading out. "This is good... This is real good!" With her targets in sight again, Sanary manipulates her bricks to pick up some desks as well, straining a bit to fling one at Ira and Victor simultaneously! Perhaps not with nearly as much strength as either of them had thrown said desks earlier, but the bricks themselves would dislodge at the last moment to add extra projectiles to contend with.
Ira MacNally	"...how the hell is he finding these things..." It's less the agility and more the accuracy that's seriously impressing Ira right now. The bricks are deflected enough to not do damage to him and that seems almost impossible with a thrown projectile. And while she'd love to stand there and just gawk at him some more, the fact that he's moving around means that she's forced to move too, leaping backwards, spinning, then sliding herself over the much larger teacher's desk for some cover as she drops behind it. Pencils hammer into the desk, sticking as the embed themselves into the wood and flimsy aluminum. She doesn't take the time to check this out and instead readjusts, squatting at the base of the desk, slipping her hands underneath it. Another student desk breaks against the teacher's desk, leaving a huge dent in the aluminum siding. Seconds later, Ira hoists the desk up overhead and flings it across the room with reckless abandon. Despite the weight of the thing, she's actually able to get some good height on it. The observant will note she has some degree of super strength, but it's a pretty low level form of super strength. Maybe it needs to be exercised more. The big desk is flung at Victor. Shortly after the throw, Ira scoops up a small metal trashcan, probably no higher than a foot and a half. She doesn't do anything with it. Yet. "C'mon!" she yells, one of the desks breaking against her from Sanary. She staggers a little, but remains upright. "Hit me harder than that!!"
Victor Xix	Victor was literally built for maneuvers like this. He also reacts like he can see what's /behind/ him, which is pretty impressive, since he can't see...at all. Spreading flechettes in front of him, desk behind. Stapler in hand, Victor makes a Choice, diving forward into the metal, hand outstretched. A clawed hand wraps around the shattering metal before it totally loses form. That huge hand collapses into a fist, crushing the flechettes against his palm (and drawing blood in the process, something Victor cannot worry about right now). The metal digs into his flesh as he spins to meet the desk, flinging the flechettes into it. They dig in with a /thunkthunkthunkthunkthunkthunk/, the sound of rain against a windowsill. That is not enough to stop Ira's brute-force strength. The flechettes are small. The desk is big. The flechettes, thrown as hard as Victor could, might cut the desk to ribbons, but then he'd just have more flechettes to deal with. Instead, Victor flattens himself out against the ground. It sort of looks like he tripped, to an untrained eye, at a moment just lucky enough for the desk that could've taken his head off to pass him by by the nose. It tears off his blindfold bandages, which is enough to reveal that, yes, his eyes are a nasty-looking milky white right now. To a trained eye, Victor's foot smashes the back end of the desk directly at Sanary, turning an already fast-moving object into a meteor. The flechettes stuck in it are hers - does she have the power to move something that fast, without breaking her concentration on the other bricks? Victor takes advantage of what might be his first breather. He rolls over on all fours and sprints like a cat towards Ira, a beastial ROAR erupting from his throat. The stapler /clak-clak-claks/ against the ground as he runs, spilling staples into the air and off the back of his hand. He pounces at her, to pin her to the ground and literally staple her clothes to her body, scattering desks away from them as he moves - specifically to deprive her of more weapons. The cloth might restrict her movement, or force her to choose between modesty and efficiency. Apparently Victor isn't completely ignorant of Ira's desires. That may actually be worse for her in the long run.
Sanary Rondel	"There's probably all sorts of weird shit in these desks. Like..." Sanary doesn't finish that sentence as she spares a moment to check inside one of the desks to sate her curiousity. Even if it's a simulated high school, it's still a school, right? She cracks the desk open and shuts it immediately, a low gagging noise escaping the healer. Just her luck that she happens to pick the one with the month-old sandwich inside it. Sanary keeps her head low as she watches more and more desks going flying, rubbing her arm lightly where she had shielded herself from the barrage of pencils. The bleeding's stopped, but she really doesn't want to try getting hit with a desk at this rate. She does grin in approval as Ira challenges them to pile even more pain onto her, and the healer is more than willing to oblige! Or she would be if she didn't have to contend with her own desk-projectile being launched back at her. Even with the remotely-controlled magic bricks moving in front of her to slow down the desk a little, her control over them is still a fledgling's at best, and the healer takes that desk right to the face! Sanary goes down with a loud crash as she gets knocked back into another desk, landing in an unceremonious heap of old simulated sandwich and bent metal and wood. The healer's resilient if nothing else, though, with her natural tenacity combining with her healing magic to let her emerge from that pile looking... Well, like a mess. Her head's bleeding and her legs are buckling a bit, but at least she's standing! She even opts for a different strategy of channelling that magic substance around her instead of into bricks, giving herself a form of makeshift armor before charging right at Victor and Ira to try and plow right into them! It's simple, there's not much finesse to it, and it might not even do much compared to their own strength, but it's a far cry from just giving up!
Ira MacNally	Strangely, the Beast hasn't made an appearance yet. Ira seems to be more interested in seeing what kind of things she can do with the stuff around them and her own enhanced physical abilities before calling out the supernatural ape-boar-man. More importantly, she wants to at least defenstrate someone before calling for the Beast. She watches him go down, though she can tell that he did /not/ get hit by the desk because she didn't hear a thump or see the metal bend around him like a car would bend around a light pole upon striking. She also sees that the trajectory changes oddly after being kicked by Victor's foot. Victor charges her, making a noise that would make normal people wet themselves a little but instead has a strange 'butterflies in the stomach' sort of effect on Ira. He's charging right at her. He's going to /jump onto her/. She doesn't bother dodging, all too happy to take this to the ground despite the height and weight differences between the two. In the ensuing struggle, Ira tries to jam the metal trashcan down onto Victor's head, squeezing it so the metal deforms into an uncomfortable, eyeless helmet he'd have to spend time tearing off awkwardly. In the meantime, her clothing is stapled to her. It does hurt to have staples driven down into her flesh but that's secondary to the /confusion/ she feels over this action. Then it hits her that this is probably a subtle jab at her earlier comments and she reddens again. "Damn it!!" she blurts out, kicking as she moves to wiggle out from under him, which she seems to want to address before removing the staples and clothing from herself. As she does, she sees Sanary charging in with the brick armor and instead shoves Victor sideways with the hope that he'll take the brunt of Sanary's charge.
Victor Xix	Putting the trash can over his head completely changes literally everything. It's a makeshift maneuver. There's no way Ira could know how effective introducing a very large hunk of metal to the beast-man's vision would be. There's no way she could know that, without his eyes, his sight is a complex construct of sensory information from scent and magnetics. There's no way she could realize that she just, for-real, blinded him. Victor's hands go to the helmet immediately, the stapler flying harmlessly through the window. He feels himself flung into Sanary, feels the metal hit his spine. There's a nasty noise as he spins over Sanary, in part an attempt to react hamstrung by a lack of perception, in part physics taking its charge. Victor spins over her, landing amidist a clatter of desks with a nasty thud and another awful noise. He pants, catching his breath as he tears off the helmet. His claws dig into his face, as well, painting it bloody and raw, as he shreds off the metal. He sacrifices his own health to remove time from the equation. As soon as the metal's gone, he's back, though the back injury he presumably sustained has changed his stance entirely. He's hunched over, hands in front of him in what is probably a martial arts stance. Then he kicks scattered desks - a whole slew of them, since he is very tall and very strong - at the girls. He is clearly well aware of his disadvantages in a ranged fight.
Sanary Rondel	Did... Did Ira let Victor take her down? That had to be a calculated move. Sanary's not sure what that calculation was, but surely it wasn't just an excuse to get up close and personal with Victor, right? Well, it's not as if Ira's the only one doing it. The cleric's just staying focused on the actual sparring session, barrelling straight into Victor and even using her arms to push him over her instead of letting his weight pin her between him and Ira. Not that that wouldn't be such a bad thing either, but... The fight! Yes, focusing on the fight. She pants a bit as she hurries over to get back to a more advantageous position, keeping her distance from both fighters to keep her eye on both of them. "This is going real well... Heh. Definitely need to get faster. Keep it up, you two! Put your backs into it!" Conjuring up a few more bricks to replace those that were destroyed (or simply faded out of existence on their own), Sanary bunches them up in a large makeshift ball to defend her from the oncoming desks. She loses control of some of those bricks as they're shattered on impact, although it's clear that she's focusing on defense right now to test the limits of her makeshift brick-shield. It does leave her sides and back wide-open, however...
Ira MacNally	Yes. It was a super calculated move to lure Victor in close so she could confuse him with the metal trash can. Super calculated. Honestly, she had no idea that putting the trashcan there would have had such a profound effect on Victor's awareness. Just given the positioning, doing so felt like she's get a bit of time to squirm out of the way before more of her clothing was stapled into her skin. Speaking of those things, Ira starts to remove the staples, starting with her jacket, and removing some of her clothing with it. There is nothingg graceful about it, just Ira grabbing at cloth to pry the staples out so she can regain her mobility and start the healing process on those tiny wounds. All the while, she casts glances at her opponents, Victor looking a bit worse for wear now that he just tanked the Sanary Pain Train. "Multiple opponents can be rou-ooof!" Ira takes several desks to the chest. While one desk can barely move her, the volume that Victor unleashes is enough to actually send Ira flying through the classroom window, shattering it. There is a thud afterwards as Ira lies in a pile of broken desks one story down, draped over twisted metal. "Ugggrhgh..." she groans, "Gimme...gimme just a minute....I'll be right up..." It doesn't really sound like she will, actually.
Victor Xix	Ira is down. Sanary is not. Sanary's side is exposed. One opponent is off the map. Victor does not lunge for it. That would be a stupid decision. That would be a decision that would get him killed, or at least taken out. Sanary has built a wall that she can move at will, at any time, and that iis a dangerous tool to fight against. Victor needs better tools. So he lopes among the desks, batting them at her every so often to keep her shell up. He claims discarded fragments from the battle - hunks of desk, wall, staples, pencils. He gathers them in his arms, moving in a wide circle - to ensure he doesn't run out of desks. His circle tightens with every pass. The amount of debris he's got on-hand rises, a bigger and bigger pile, until finally, he's close enough to make it matter. The whole hunk of debris is hurled into the ceiling. The explosion of dangerous objects - not to mention the flickering light, the falling glass - is entirely a distraction. Victor charges right at her metal cube amidst the falling debris, moving to tackle right through it and shove her out the window in the process.
Sanary Rondel	Sanary cringes slightly when Ira goes out that window, having to remind herself again that this is in the Field of Trials. She'll be fine! Probably. If not, she can take care of those injuries in Medical later. She can't let her mind stray too much, though, what with Victor still being in the room and focused entirely on her now. The good news? She's getting a better feel for controlling the brick-shield! Sanary manipulates the odd-looking shield to weather the oncoming desks, although the bad news is that it's falling apart piece by piece as Victor slams more and more chunks of everything into it. Her ability to create more vague magic matter isn't keeping up, and to make matters worse? The distraction works just as planned. She brings up the shield to protect herself from the falling glass, leaving the cleric wide-open to getting slammed right out the window! Conveniently enough, she even lands on the ground right next to Ira, albeit face-first and with her body twisted at an odd angle. She'll wake up sooner or later, right? Right. For now, Sanary can just be happy that she's not conscious enough to feel most of that.