[As he returned the chair to the original position that it was in and seemed to be leaving, Dana lifted herself up slowly using her good arm. Quietly groaning in pain, she stared at him with a sort of powerful intention.]

Realizing that, there... Are even m-more things that h-happen to help with being able to defeat anyone or anything. [She took a small pause, her arm starting to shake and her breath becoming a bit louder]

Vincent... [She couldn't continue, she was too busy focusing on trying to keep herself up.]