"You were clearly outnumbered," Laura said as she retracted her claws. She was a little tired, but her breathing was still even. Fighting was nothing more than a rigorous dance to her. The sword pointed at her didn't cause her to blink. She didn't move toward or away from the boy. "I am curious as to why someone would send so many people to kill one person." It was clearly not a retrieval considering the markings on his body.
"You are bleeding," she said off hand as if it were an after thought. "I can smell it." She usually did not reach out to people, but the situation struck a chord with her. She looked around, and spotted her bag. Kicking it off, she checked it for blood stains. Wearing black made blood hard to see, but her stomach had smatterings of it where the cuts had been. She pulled a towel out of the bag and rubbed the dried blood off. "You should tend to your wounds." The next towel she pulled out was offered to him, if only for superficial treatment. "I don't have any bandages."