*he threw the bodies down and immediately approached her sitting down putting his paw on her side* "are you alright?" *he asked concern in a firm voice* "look how about you relax I'll deal with this.." *he smiled*
If you want peace, then prepare for war
Zanthe looked up at Devin and smiled gently. "I'm fine," she said, leaning back a bit and rolling her shirt up. "Just a little beat up." Wincing, she examined a large, painful-looking bruise on her stomach from when the troop had kneed her. "... I'm really glad I don't have any piercings, or I might have needed serious medical attention," the catfox murmured, chuckling a bit.
(Something someone told me once was that piercings can get slammed through the body if enough pressure is applied to the area.)