Ashelia was thrown back and away from Cloud by the explosion brought on by the lasers. She screamed, covering her face as best she could with her arms as she hit the wall head-first. She fell to the floor in a heap, briefly losing consciousness.

A few minutes later, she opened her eyes slowly. The world around her spun so quickly that she had to close her eyes or risk vomiting. She swallowed down the bile harshly, the dryness of her mouth not helping one bit. She groaned as she slowly pushed herself upright, one hand on her forehead. Is it over? Did we prevail? The queen coughed as her throat ached for moisture, but gasped in pain. A hand went to her ribs - one of them was definitely broken.

The same hand passed over her bullet wounds. A quick shimmer of light later, the wounds were mostly healed. It would take another spell before they disappeared completely, but Ashelia was more worried about her comrades than her leg.

"Marshal? Corporal? Are you...all right?" She winced as she pushed herself back up against the wall, ears still ringing. "Yuffie? Henry? Is anyone...is anyone else here?"