Kylo Ren took a quick inventory of his injuries and bit his cheek against grinning at the sheer number. He’d expected her to land a hit or two, but she’d broken bone. She’d drawn blood.
He looked across the room to her, and that inclination to smile dissipated. He’d broken more bones, if her limp hand and her favored leg were anything to go off of. He’d drawn a considerable amount more blood as well, as he watched it drool thickly from the corner of her lip. He’d probably knocked loose some molars in one of his defensive strikes.
“Come,” he said as he strode over to her, the sharp ache in his side doing nothing to slow his purposeful steps. “We’ll go to the med bay and get you healed.”
There was a pool of blood gathering at the newest Knight’s left ankle, and her black clothes shone wetly. She might have been the most expedient inductee into the Knights of Ren, but if she continued to bleed like that, she would also hold the record for shortest tenure. The girl didn’t quaver, however, standing shoulder to shoulder with her new fellows in arms, content to bleed to death until she was told to do otherwise.
“Kata,” Kylo barked, and her head turned toward him. There was a strange sensation in his middle at her answering so quickly to this new name. He’d not left Ben Solo behind so easily.
She swayed a bit on her feet and a mix of horror and relief swept through him. She was still the stumbling girl in the snow that he’d first felt compelled to possess; she wasn’t lost entirely to the Dark. By the same token, however, if her grip on the Dark was waning, then she would likely soon lose her strength wholly. He jerked his head for her to follow him, and she obliged, leaving the line of Knights behind as they made for the exit.
She got through the door with her shoulders back and the chin of her helmet held high from her chest. As soon as the room and those within it faded from sight, she collapsed. Kylo was quick to catch her, but said nothing. They’d made this trek before, trailing sweat and blood. There was no need to think this any different, though he hadn’t needed to carry her since that first bout. And she hadn’t been gushing blood from a wound the size of his fist.