The demon's blow had knocked Joya off her feet, backwards several yards, and had left her somewhat unconscious where she landed. When she came to, she made a mental inventory. Some bruises, and what would probably turn out to be some severe aches, which, for her, was an accomplishment. Maybe a couple of cracked ribs. Nothing serious. Dammit. Neck snapped. Not permanent, but infuriating. It would reknit quickly, likely in the next ten or fifteen minutes, but until then, she wouldn't be able to move. At least, not well. And it might be a tad too late. The girl looked like she was about to do something incredibly foolish, and she didn't know how the young man had fared. This was not a good night.