((Sorry fo taking so extremely long. ^^;;; ))
The tiny Ballama spirt floated over head, softly landing on the ground near the injured Fenling. Rista raised her head and looked at the tiny spirt. "Damn, Anna, it got me good." Stupid plants were everywhere, attacking everything in site.
The Ballama, using a telapathic form of communication, asked Rista if she would be okay. The Ballama knew there were other creatures near by, watching, but it would be best not to worry her friend. Rista, smiling, mummered, "Yeah, I'm fine. I won't be able to fight if we're attacked, but you can just make a force feild, yes? I should be able to walk."
Slowly, the Fenling tryed to stand. Pain shot up through her leg where she had been bit, but Rista clenched her teeth and forced herself to hide it. But her dearest friend, Anna thre Ballama, could tell she was hurting. But Anna said nothing. And Rista started to walk away, deeper into the forest.