Sonya was indeed walking back, slowly making her way down to the entrance way of the building.
The fight was rough but quick. She may've not been up to par as she may've been, but that detail was also her trump card. She knew Kano all too well, knew of his habit of boasting and toying with his so called 'prey'. He believed her to be too weak to fight and destracted by the pain. The truth of the matter was-and Sonya felt a little sick to admit it-when she saw Kano up there, everything left her: the pain and fatigue vanished beneith her contempt and need to see this man dead.
Now, it was all over now, Kano may've been scum, but even he couldn't survive such a fall. Sonya thought she would feel something, like cheering, but when it was over-she just felt rather numb, but that could've just been from the recent pounding she'd had over the past several days.
Sonya finally made her way to the bottom of the stairs, part of her hair cropped nearly to her chin from where Kano pulled to try and drag her with him, till she used his own knife to slice it off, she carried that knife with her still. The upper left part of her face was already showing signs of bruising, combing with the 'old' scratches she'd earned in battle. That and a bloodied, swollen lip were the only 'visible' injuries she earned from the fight, but she'd taken off her jacket and wrapped it around her, as that last attack from Kano did some injury to her ribs (not cracked as far as she could tell, but definitely made breathing less fun).
She blinked when she reached the others, Jax wasn't there, or Sub-zero.
"Where's Jax?" Her words were a little thick, as her swollen lip made talking a little tricky.
She didn't have to worry long, as Sub-zero returned to the group.
"We found Kung Lao, but he is badly beaten. Jax is taking him to the 'shelter' we found earlier to try and stabilize his injuries."
"Let's go then," She said, her own injuries momentarily forgotten, as she was glad to see that both men were alive. "If he's that badly off and we don't have anything in way of an aide station, he'll need my help."
Sonya wasn't a proper medic, but all special forces agents were trained in basic first aide in case of an emergency.
That her own body was fighting to keep on going, wasn't lost on her, but she couldn't afford to give notice.
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The fight was rough but quick. She may've not been up to par as she may've been, but that detail was also her trump card. She knew Kano all too well, knew of his habit of boasting and toying with his so called 'prey'. He believed her to be too weak to fight and destracted by the pain. The truth of the matter was-and Sonya felt a little sick to admit it-when she saw Kano up there, everything left her: the pain and fatigue vanished beneith her contempt and need to see this man dead.
Now, it was all over now, Kano may've been scum, but even he couldn't survive such a fall. Sonya thought she would feel something, like cheering, but when it was over-she just felt rather numb, but that could've just been from the recent pounding she'd had over the past several days.
Sonya finally made her way to the bottom of the stairs, part of her hair cropped nearly to her chin from where Kano pulled to try and drag her with him, till she used his own knife to slice it off, she carried that knife with her still. The upper left part of her face was already showing signs of bruising, combing with the 'old' scratches she'd earned in battle. That and a bloodied, swollen lip were the only 'visible' injuries she earned from the fight, but she'd taken off her jacket and wrapped it around her, as that last attack from Kano did some injury to her ribs (not cracked as far as she could tell, but definitely made breathing less fun).
She blinked when she reached the others, Jax wasn't there, or Sub-zero.
"Where's Jax?" Her words were a little thick, as her swollen lip made talking a little tricky.
She didn't have to worry long, as Sub-zero returned to the group.
"We found Kung Lao, but he is badly beaten. Jax is taking him to the 'shelter' we found earlier to try and stabilize his injuries."
"Let's go then," She said, her own injuries momentarily forgotten, as she was glad to see that both men were alive. "If he's that badly off and we don't have anything in way of an aide station, he'll need my help."
Sonya wasn't a proper medic, but all special forces agents were trained in basic first aide in case of an emergency.
That her own body was fighting to keep on going, wasn't lost on her, but she couldn't afford to give notice.