Moonspear and breathe in time [m]

Her head spun and thoughts tumbled while she blurred the lines. Awareness, just enough of it, saw Charon make his lunge and Lazarus prepare to meet him. When she did, her breath stilled for a sickening beat. She could feel her skin prickling with anxiousness and the rest of her ensuring that she get out of the way of this immediate clash; despite how badly she wanted to be involved, somehow. But it was their fight at the moment. She had to regroup in the meantime.

The fury was palpable, thick and heavy on the humid air, and she couldn't keep up with the details of the altercation right now -- but only hoped it tipped well enough in Charon's favor to help keep him ahead until she could get her shit together. She had to catch her breath first, and desperately tried to pull together something while her body wilted considerably into a slump. She would only need a moment, she repeated mentally, even if the denial was too hard to ignore.

Yet what was meant to be a blink escalated right to prolonged darkness. She didn't know how long she was out, neither did she know how it happened. Every fiber felt tense -- so much so it pained her deeper than ever, her head burning up, and in the black of what she perceived as dreamscape, she relived the heat and electricity in a frightening rush. Distantly, she would later swear she could hear the fight and smell the blood, but all of that was of little consequence as her muscles pulled in tired agony. 

But it was a cool nudging touch that grounded her again. She fell back to awareness with a disoriented snarl and awoke in full to Charon's bloodied face. He wasn't dead. He wasn't Lazarus. Relief pooled, overflowed, and she groaned when she tried to get up again to look around and take him in. It all blurred, and blood overpowered her senses even when he howled -- the message of which she barely interpreted. At best, she managed to pull up halfway into a weak sit, but the grimace and distant look in her pained eyes were showing it was not easy, and certainly not what she wanted. As soon as the spinning in her head stopped and she could stand steadily, she would leave.