That was fine, a new scar among so many that it wouldn't even register. Alley hissed in a breath as it happened, and lifted her singular hand to prod at the spot with a gloved fingertip, leaving her mace on the ground for a moment.

"That's a handy trick," Alley snatched up her mace and lunged back up onto her feet, "I'd say so. Lung didn't even get a chance to start filling with blood."

That's some high praise from the often-taciturn warrior. Even her voice is fucked up, sounding like she'd gargled with broken glass at some point before.