Brighteyes shoots behind a wall with a sharp whimper, hands gripping her sword so tightly that her knuckles were white. She gives a shaky inhale before completely losing it, hyperventilating and giving quiet, shaky sobs into her hand, which then ran through her hair desperately. This round had taken a toll on her and she just broke. She missed Shedletsky, having no clue if he'd survived the round.