The thing with this stab was it wasn't normal, it was a curse seal. Claira was now going to be unable to fight the witch, she was now cursed to either go into blood lust or be the nicest person possible. She sighed realizing it was irreversable, she had realized the switch just as she was thrown. She had been stabbed through the back into the front, she had been blessed that it didn't hit any vital organs. But there was a hole all the way through her body going thru nerves making the pain only worse.
She winced no tears, no blackout, no screaming. Just a wince, she noticed she wasn't bleeding anymore and tried to say thank you but the cut of the spear and pain made it hard for her to speak without giving away the pain.
She winced no tears, no blackout, no screaming. Just a wince, she noticed she wasn't bleeding anymore and tried to say thank you but the cut of the spear and pain made it hard for her to speak without giving away the pain.