Myitt, still standing near Kierdan, squints over at Shal as she apologizes. Too late.
Shal's fist connects with her jaw and she topples over, flashes of light rolling around the edges of her eyes.
"Arrghh!" she growls, on the ground, more from landing on her severely sliced up arm than from the thick pain in her cheek. She spits blood, but it's just from biting her cheek. "What...the ****?" She rolls over, cradling her arm, the left side of her face red. It'd been a long time since they'd been in a flat out fist fight and punched in the face...good to know that it really did, indeed, suck. Seeing that Shal wasn't going to attack again right away, she slowly got to her feet.
Her left hand was still clinging to her bloodied Dracon, and she aims it at Shal, her whole arm trembling. "What was that for?!" she howls.