"…my… pouch."
Ilya spat out a bit of blood along with a broken tooth as she spoke. Xaren quickly spotted what she was looking for and used his gravitational attraction to pull it toward her.
Like Xaren, she usually tied her pouch to the inner part of her uniform. So while the other demon had lost his when they were sent flying, hers had remained secure.
She had removed it just before being attacked by the angel beasts and had no time to retrieve a vitality potion before being forced to fight for her life.
Checking the contents of the pouch, Ilya grabbed a potion and downed the entire bottle, letting out a quiet groan as she felt the wound on her stomach close at an even faster rate. She then took another potion to replenish the magic power she had expended in battle.
Xaren also took a magic potion himself, passing one to the other demon so he could better assist in any upcoming fights.
