"Argh!" Blake grunted in pain, feeling a painful sting from the side of his torso.
Clang!
His sword slipped from his grasp, echoing softly as it fell to the ground.
"Argh!" He let out a low groan, lightly clutching his wound. He could feel a thick, warm liquid slowly flow down his fingers, and his eyes widened slightly in surprise.
'It's bleeding again...' Blake mumbled inwardly, gritting his teeth tightly in agony. He attempted to stand up, but his weakened body betrayed him, and he dropped back to the ground almost immediately.
"Blake! I told you not to fight, you're still injured." Aria said, swiftly running towards him.
"Just stay down." She muttered, as she knelt beside him, gently placing her hand on his chest.
She slowly raised his shirt up, and her eyes narrowed deeply seeing the worsened state of the cut.