Blood staining her sleeve, she tried to move her fingers. Pain shooting up her arm, she groaned, clasping the wound with her other arm. She could at least move them, enough for a loose grip; that was all she needed. Elbow still tucked, she doubled over, hair falling over her face and torso, shrieking out again. It hurt, it really hurt, but not nearly as much as she let on--in her right hand, gently cupped near her chest, a faint light glowed.

It took a lot more to focus with the pain, as if constructing multiple spells in her mind wasn't enough. Throwing out her left arm, the first flew, a bubble of white light flying at Jasmine and shielding her, then boomeranging back to herself. The second, flew forward, the thug with the cement club caught in place.

Her third spell didn't make it out, the blond beginning to cast only to be quickly knocked down by the thug standing over her, bringing his elbow down hard on her back. Thankful at least for the shield, the blow still hurt, and she fell to her knees with a groan. Body screaming out in pain, mind telling her otherwise, she couldn't help but look up at the one that originally attacked her with disgust. She would let herself have that much, at least, even if it came back to bite her.