"Ah, absolute severance," Bree noted as the Knife turned to ash, "That explains my missing arm; good thing you like to play with your prey. You could have killed our poor boys," The woman scrambled away from Bree, her face having scrunched into an expression that sent a chill down the woman's spine. Bree simply followed after her.
"Wait," The Woman said as she backed away from Bree, "You win, you can have whatever you want, my blades, my body, you can have whatever you want,"
"Nothing you could offer me would make me spare you after having my friends assaulted and getting my arm lobbed off," Bree walked towards the woman when the ground began glowing; she was enveloped in flames.
"Suck it bitch," The Woman laughed as she started getting to her feet; Bree walked out of the fire and raised her hand, pointing it between her eyes.
"You suck it," Bree shot back before smacking the woman across the face with the back of her hand; the woman was sent flying into the lake, she emerged for a moment flailing and screaming for mercy before her lack of an arm, and her bleeding out caused her to start sinking.
"Who even was that?" Bree pondered as she picked up her severed arm and reattached it. "Oh, who cares?" She tapped her staff and her fallen comrades. We healed, and the poison was pulled from their systems. They were still unconscious, and parts of her front lawn were eaten away at the pools of poison. As Bree had yet to figure out how to reconsider someone without injuring them slightly, she would have to return for them after she handed Inky off to his mother.
She picked Inky up out of his protective circle and was about to go inside when she was stabbed in the back; the blade injected her with a concentrated dose of poison as she fell to the ground, dropping Inky as she fell.
"I'm Eva Greeir," The Woman declared as she pulled her remaining kukri from Brees's back. And I am a master of speed, torture, and poisons." Bree looked back and found that the woman had healed her stump to stop the blood flow, though she still looked pale.
"Dammit," Bree muttered as she made to get up; the woman laughed before stabbing into Bree's back, using her speed to stab into her multiple times, the wounds themselves healed almost faster than Eva could inflict them, but the poison began to gnaw away a Bree, Inky started crying as Bree stayed hunched over. "Oh, are you protecting a widdle baby," Eva made to kick Inky, and Bree instantly moved in the way, getting kicked in the gut before latching onto her leg.
She was repeatedly stabbed in the back for her efforts; she attempted to crush Eva's leg, only for her hands to fail her as absolute severance helped inject the poison directly into her, finally overwhelming her poison resistance skill, her entire body going numb.
"Go ahead," Eva laughed. "Make it easier for me! Once you're dead, I'll drown that sludge in the lake," Eva raised her hand and aimed for the back of Bree's neck when a set of hands grabbed it and her midsection and proceeded to pull her arm off with about as much effort as one would exert picking a flower; she howled in agony as Minerva tossed her arm along with the kukri knife into the lake, tossing Eva across the grounds. Minerva looked down at Bree and kneeled.
"I can never thank you enough for doing this to yourself for my son," Minerva said softly. Bree looked up and saw Winnie pick up Inky. Sheepy stood in the doorway, holding a bow made of glowing yellow magic. Her eyes began glowing, and she aimed at Eva.
"Tripple shot," She whispered; two blunt arrows and one with a razor tip formed in her bowstring. She drew it back and waited for Eva to get on her knees before firing; they twirled in the air; the first one hit the woman in the side and forced her back to her feet, the second one flung her in the air, and finishing the display the Razor one cut her clean in half. She gave a final scream before falling into the lake; blood and bubbles disrupted the surface for a short while before going still.
"Sheepy went to the water's edge and stood at the ready, just in case Eva somehow pulled herself back out. Bree got up and used Minerva as support.
"I do apologize," Bree said as she used all her willpower not to hurl, "but I dropped Inky," Winnie was cradling Inky in her wings, who was laughing as he ran his fully formed hands through her feathers.
"I doubt he noticed," Winnie replied. "He was probably crying because you were bleeding," Minerva picked Bree up and carried her up.
"Would you allow me to take you somewhere to rest?" Minerva asked of her.
"Yeah," Bree agreed as her vision began getting hazy. "All…that poison is making me sleepy. I need to relax and let my natural resistance purge it." Minerva simply began gently rocking her in her arms, and Bree let the motion soothe her as she started slowly slipping into unconsciousness. They made it to the second floor, and Minerva rushed to her destination.
"I'm sure one of your maids will have the perfect bed for you to sleep in," she decided. Bree was too far gone to reply, and she simply murmured sweet nothings to the world around her. She felt herself being placed in a large bed and blankets being placed over her gingerly; it was the last sensation she felt before fading into unconsciousness.