Sakuramoria

Varya leaves her previous task and runs up to Futabe.
-- Are you okay? Are you holding up?

- Huh?.. - Futabe looks at Varya with wild eyes, then realizes who is talking to her and notices that the black magic barrier has collapsed. - Y-yes...
She looks at her own bloodied katana, which she is still holding in her hands. She takes out a special katana cloth and wipes it, then puts it back in its sheath - the one on her back.
- Yes... - she repeats, a little calmer, and feeling a sudden weakness in her legs, caused by the rush of adrenaline, she leans on the Barbarian and sighs heavily. - Sorry... I need to sit down, I think.
She casts a final glance at the unfolding scene and sits down on the ground - like in the good old days. Lighting a cigarette, she wraps her arms around her knees.