Anya raised an eyebrow, and sighed slightly as Lance informed her of the idiotic actions of her housemates.
"I... see," She said at last, disgust and regret evident in her voice. "While I don't particularly care about crown counts and such, such pointless bickering makes getting into spars rather problematic, should such fights ensue every time I step into the ring. What a pain. All I wanted was to end the duel quickly and decisively, yet that girl insisted on surpassing the system limits in order to drag things out. And now this... Hawk and Eagle houses will probably be suspended from entering the arena in official matches for a time if this is the case. What a pain..." She repeated, sighing again as she thought over the probable outcome. Arena right suspension meant no more actual all-out fights, which in turn meant she wouldn't have a chance to rise in the ranks and expand her own strength. That was her one goal, and yet... why was it that things always had to get in her way?
"I won't force you to reschedule the bout for my sake. I should be able to fight you... even in this state, I can't be called strong if I'm worn out by a mere..." She stopped, as though trying to regain her breath, and tried to continue, but her voice was faint and weak. "Two... battles..." She concluded. Anya barely managed to get the last words of her sentence out before a wave of fatigue overcame her, and, eyes widening in surprise, she felt her balance slipping away. Stumbling forward, she was suddenly unable to effectively control her feet, as though she was wading through some sort of invisible mire that undid all of her careful attempts to stabilize herself. Her knees were giving way, she was falling forward!
But... why? Surely, she hadn't so fully exhausted herself in a mere two engagements to be unable to stand? Physically, she was tired to be sure, but...
It was then that she realized the truth. In both of her battles, she had used a phenomenal number of Type-False blades, breaking them and replacing them as was necessary. She had gone through a total of 14 blades in her battle with Faustus la Croix, and had created another six in her duel with Anne. On top of that incredible exertion, she had formed a Type-TRUE Amaterasu in both of her duels. Usually, forming two Type-TRUE weapons was enough to completely exhaust her, let alone after having created a total of 20 blades beforehand! In fact, the only incredible thing was that she had managed to stay standing and thinking coherently for this long when she had already spent almost all of her heart's strength on forming blades.
When making a weapon, there were two factors to keep in mind. First, there was the divine energy one must harness. That was the source of the blade's cutting power, and channeling just one god's energy through a mortal body was usually enough to drain a fairly sizable chunk of their strength. But Anya, on the other hand, had to do more than double the work. With two gods embodying her at once, their power had a tendency to conflict and clash before she gave it form, sapping a great deal of her strength with each set of blades she made. But, on top of this, there was also the second factor one had to keep in mind: the strength of one's own heart, required to give the weapon form. In Anya's case, her blades were given form the fragments of her heart known as "determination to grow in power," "hatred," and "desire for revenge." The blades she wielded were embodiments of her heart's vengeful rage as it lusted for the blood of her family's killers, and thus, with each blade, she lost some of the emotion that drove her, weakening both her heart and her body until she no longer had the strength to animate her own movements. Normally, a simple rest would be sufficient to overcome her fatigue by the next day, but she had gone so far beyond her limits in her two duels that it was doubtful now that she'd be able to even make it out of the main building before she collapsed, unconscious, for an undefined period of time as her heart and body tried to recover from the loss of their animating force. Any further exertion, and she would probably be out for a day, if not longer.
And that didn't even take into consideration the fact that she might crack her skull open on the floor as she fell.
Damn it... What... a... blunder...