Hit points are a renewable resource. "Nice!" Roy called out, following right on her heels through the breach she made. Her style focuses on defense, a nice counterpoint to his own -- as he intended to demonstrate.

Planting one foot, Roy let his grip on the greatsword slide down the hilt slightly as he whirled, putting the muscles of his legs and back into the strike along with his shoulders and arms. His weapon cut an arc through the air from her left shoulder clear around to her right, and none of the cacti it met did a thing to slow it down. The noise was half like chopping through a tree, half like beating a bush with a tennis racket. "We're clear back here!"