Tibaut was leaning against a wall, somewhat bruised. The only act his body could afford was breathing. His eyes were closed as he was struggling to keep them open and he soon dropped to the ground due to his legs being nothing more than props at this point.

Elizabeth walked up to him and stomped on his face. He didn't react to it and kept breathing.

"I guess we've finally emptied you." She said.

She picked him up by his neck and put him against the wall of the mansion.

"If you don't want to die, I'd suggest finding whatever it is you need to summon ki."

She punched him in the stomach and flung him into some nearby bushes.

("She's joking…right?") He thought as he lay on the bush.

She quickly went over to him and kicked him as though he were a football. While he wasn't showing any signs of pain, he felt every bit of it.

("I think she broke a rib with that one. Come on get up. If this continues she really might kill me.")

She picked him up yet again and this time hit him with a lariat sending him into a nearby tree.

The pain he was experiencing right now was finally starting to overpower his lack of energy.

("AHhhhhhHHhh.") He screamed internally. His body was so lacking in energy he didn't have the power to scream anymore.

"I really am going to kill you if you don't stand back up." She said, walking leisurely towards him.

("Damnit, he said it was supposed to come out during a life or death situation. Why isn't it working?")

He didn't even have the time to contemplate why it wasn't working. Elizabeth held him up against the tree and started wailing on him. With each punch leaves fell and the snapping of fibers was heard from the tree.

("no…stop…I....")

His mind had gone completely blank.

Elizabeth stopped when she noticed his breathing was beginning to get uncomfortably faint. The only she could tell he was still alive was due to her putting a hand on his chest and feeling his heartbeat.

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("Maybe I went too far? Oh well, he can always be healed.") She thought.

She let go of him and placed him on the ground. One of his eyes faintly opened to her, moving her hand to his face. His mind was in a feral state and perceived this as danger, ignoring the soothing gold aura surrounding it. How much time had slowed that he was seeing the hand move in slow motion? His mind burned with fear seeing the hand inch closer and closer.

His mind was fully convinced. When the hand reached his face, he would die.

("Now this looks interesting.") He heard a voice comment.

Before Elizabeth had known what happened she was sent flying into a mansion wall. Thankfully the wall withstood her collision with it and a moment later she fell to the dirt ground.

She touched her cheek and felt a bruise on it.

"Tch, I let my guard down." She commented as she looked at the area where she previously stood.

A blue aura had condensed around Tibaut. He stood there, watching her with all the life of a mannequin. To her surprise, all the damage that had shown on his skin was healed. However, how much of his internal injuries had healed was another matter.

"Is the colour of it dependent on the person?" She said while looking at him. "Hey Tibaut, how does it fe-"

He was right in front of her. She had seen him move but she couldn't believe this was the same Tibaut of five minutes ago.

Before she could do anything he fell to the ground.

Her forehead was coated in a few drops of sweat and she looked to her side. She had instinctively grabbed for her sword when Tibaut appeared before her.

Elizabeth breathed heavily a few times before removing her hand from the sword.

"Tch, was that all it took to frighten me?"

After calming herself, she picked Tibaut up and brought him inside the mansion.

Tibaut woke up with a throbbing headache.

"Ow, did she manage to give me brain damage?" He said.

"Fortunately, I've been able to confirm that even if half your face was blown away, as long as I healed you quick enough you'd still be alive, no worse for wear."

Tibaut jumped back in his bed and turned to the voice. It was Elizabeth. She was sitting on a stool she presumably brought up with her. After seeing him awake she started clapping her hands.

"Congratulations."

Tibaut gave her a puzzled look.

She stopped the clapping and flicked his head. An irritated look soon engulfed her face.

"Did you forget that you used ki?" she asked him.

"I did?"

She sighed.

"Whatever. I felt like congratulating you on this but I suppose it was just a fluke."

"Congratulate me? Since when were you the type to do that?"

Her face soured and she gave him an audible punch on his shoulder.

He laid back down on the bed and rolled around in pain.

"Got anything to say about me?"

"No ma'am."

She punched him again.

"Don't call me ma'am, I'm only nineteen!"

He simply nodded his head while in pain.

"Still, it seemed as though it took a lot out of you when it happened."

"What do you mean?"

"Look at yourself."

"?"

He looked over himself and realized he had lost a noticeable amount of body mass. All the minor improvements he had gained to his physique training with Elizabeth were gone.

"How long was I out for?"

"Surprisingly, you were only unconscious for one day. Considering how drained you are, I was expecting a week at least."

("Normally, people don't black out for a day!")