Hinata
Fighting here, in this decrepit, ruined city, was entirely different from fighting in the camp. Whereas in the hills, even as the demons poured in from the trees, Hinata had never felt so closed in. Here, she felt downright trapped though. Everywhere she looked, there was either a human or a demon dying. She couldn't take a single step without nearly tripping over a corpse or something that was in the process of becoming a corpse.
Throughout it all, though, she tried her hardest to keep her silver eyes fixed on her siya. As a healer, it was her duty to take care of anyone she could, but, of course, she couldn't help but prioritize the woman whose skill was so evident.
