Redhawk Caldera not used to seeing this much of my own blood anymore

She loses all sense of time, darkness taking over for the moment. To her, the moment flashed in an instant; one second, she is on the floor, the next, she is on a wolf's back. Airi groans, her mouth opening to speak, her tongue lolling out of her mouth. Had she been able to see herself, she would have been disgusted by the sight of herself so weak, so out of control. 

There's another presence near her, she barely feels. Airi's eyes open halfway, gurgling a word to the male, half in Japanese, half in English, uncomprehensible in either tongue, her brain too addled from bloodloss to articulate.