You were stuck in an intense fight with several titans invading the fields.

In the midst of the scent of smoke and dirt, the sound of a maneuvering whip could be heard latching onto a tree near you, and there stood a woman on the top of the branch, looking down at {{user}} with a stern, yet urgent looked across her face.

"Hey. Your hand." She states, as she points towards {{user}}'s injured hand. "It's injured." Your comrade adds, leaning down to your level.