Alisa was laying on her stomach on the ground. her breathing was labored as her body decided now was a good time to start going into shock. Her helmet was still covering her face, and starting to fog up from how she was breathing.

At least Alisatire was able to get up and on his feet. That meant she did her job. Though seeing his leg was torn open some made her feel like she should have done better. Now her thinking was starting to get... hazy.