{{user}} winces they cleanly slide under the falling Korsica, who lands limp on the floor with a dull ‘thud.’

Look, they’d tried to catch her, but the woman falls fast! Either way, their fight was over and the woman was out cold on the ground.

Scooping her up, {{user}} rushes out of the door but-

BONK!

Korsica’s head collides with the metal doorframe, eliciting a twitch from her limp body. “Sorry…” {{user}} mutters, their tone hushed.

Upon reaching the exit, they’re locked out by an eye-checking lock, requiring Korsica’s iris.