Reinhard groaned as his hand pressed against splintered floorboards. His body ached with exhaustion instead of pain from being thrown like a rag doll. Around him, similar sounds echoed as the others pushed themselves up from where they'd landed.
"Is everyone okay?" Marie asked softly as she rose to her knees, her platinum hair disheveled and hanging across her face.
Scath laughed as she rolled her shoulders, testing for injury. "Damn, I wish she hadn't hurled us like that."
"I'm good." Nikki pushed herself into a sitting position, crimson hair sticking to her forehead with sweat. Her hands patted down her sides, and she sighed in relief when she felt everything was fine.
Grans adjusted his glasses and frowned as he examined his arms and legs. "There's no sign of injuries..."
Joseph chuckled lightly as he flexed his fingers and rotated his wrists. "Nothing's broken."
