Flandre's roll had carried her somewhat out of the stones' path and Reimu had blocked more of them, a few pieces still hit her; one piece cracked into her shoulder as she stood, numbing her arm, lacerating skin and bruising to the bone. Another glanced one of her wing crystals, which made her flinch not in pain, but surprise. The crystal flashed white, energy sparking from it occasionally. It felt...strange.

Her wound healed rapidly as the adrenaline overwhelmed the insensate fog in her head, skin knitting back together, bruise reversing itself. She rolled her shoulder when she could again, to distract herself from the uncomfortable itching burn that went with such rapid regeneration.

"I wonder if there's a limit before the mosquito bursts," she said, near-growling--another distraction.