Jien's view was consumed by the image of a quickly approaching leg. Behind this view was only a single golden replica and it showed Rosalind's overly excited figure swinging her polehammer with a speed that was hard to follow. Though the golden image was cheery the hair on the back of Jien's neck couldn't help but stand on end. His body instinctively shuddered at the thought of getting hit by this blow, remembering the feeling of the recorded hammer strike. He wanted nothing to do with this blow, and his mind and body all screamed to disengage at once to allow for him to reassess.
Despite the warning signals Jien, having dealt with several similar attacks in the past from Rosalind herself doubled down on the engagement. His body seemed to slump into an impromptu relaxed state before it shifted oddly, like a marionette pulled abruptly by the controllers' strings. His back bending at a drastic angle his knees bent and pointing to the sky, head nearly touching the ground.
As soon as Julie's leg passed above him by no more than a hairs' breadth, he seemed to snap back with an elasticity that would put some of the most ductile wood to shame. His arm used the momentum of the rebound to swing his rapier in an arc down at the girl in an attempt to either end the fight or force her to disengage to give better space for the next round of exchanges. What he didn't expect at all was for Julie to push off with her reaming legs into a handstand, firmly planting her hand still gripping her as a fist onto the ground and twisting her hips to start a spinning momentum that she fed by turning on her hands as a center.
The first follow up kick deflected Jien's blow, nearly relieving him of his blade and forcing his arm off course. He was already slightly off balance, so the sudden diversion of his momentum pulled him forward, where her second kick, though light, pulled on his shoulder, causing him to twist and his legs to lock each other. The next kick struck his face with the force of what he had estimated to be akin to a punch from Johnathan, Rosalin's mentor when he was acting at the capacity of a fourth year student.
The last thing he remembered was the sound of something cracking before everything went dark. He had miscalculated just what Julie was capable in fighting, a mistake that he had thought he was accounting for in how he was fighting. Now he was sitting in the mindscape, looking at his slowly expanding constellation of golden planets and moons filled with knowledge from many sources. He was staring at a rather large ball of light that seemed to be flashing with images of a number of different fights. Currently he was viewing the odd kicking technique that Julie was using just earlier.
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On the outside Julie's heal had struck the side of Jien's face, feeling something give before his body was sent skidding along the sandy ground and more than a few feet into the distance before coming to a stop. Julie promptly came to a stop, flipping back to her feet with the flexibility of a gymnast before making her way over to Jien with a look of concern on her face. She had not expected for him to take such a blow let alone to be taken out by it. The kick itself wasn't even her strongest, just something she came up with on the fly really.
Seeing Jien sent flying and Julie running to his side the rest dropped the idea of continuing. He was both their friend and leader, and it seemed like the blow he had taken was more severe than it looked. The fact he wasn't getting up was proof that it had put him out and they all huddled around him, Andrew taking center stage as he first checked Jien over, finding only one concerning issue. Jien's nose was currently crooked, bleeding rather furiously. The effeminate boy only gave a heavy sigh before straightening Jien on the sand carefully before muttering under his breath how much he hated having to fight in the first place.
Once Jien was positioned well with his head held up by a pack to ensure that his bleeding nose didn't drain back Andrew braced his thumbs on either side of the crooked nose before muttering the count of three just loud enough for the others to hear. On three he moved his thumbs in a fluid motion, followed by a click as the nose was set in the right place again. The pain of the setting sent a ripple through Jien's mindscape, jettisoning him back into a waking state, his eyes flashing open before the pain hit him making him groan and grit his teeth. He tried to sit up, but Andrew held him firmly by the shoulder.
The healer took out a potion of the few that Jien had provided them for this training, sprinkling some on the outside of his nose and on the other scrapes that were visible. He then drew what looked like a small baster from his pack, filled it with some potion before sticking it in his leader's nose. "Hold your breath, drinking a potion won't harm you but inhaling it improperly could." The warning was given in a solemn tone and Jien took it seriously, holding his breath and raising his thumb to let the healer know he was ready.
Andrew quickly sprayed potion up Jien's nose, an experience that stung in ways that Jien had never expected, before starting to cast a healing spell. Despite his looks and his dislike of fighting when Andrew was healing his face maintained a stern and solemn expression. He didn't let anyone interrupt and he didn't take no for an answer, even when Jien felt that things were good enough. Only he knew just how hard bones were to heal, or at least he felt that way given the way everyone seemed to take to the idea so easily.