"I may have overextended myself." He most definitely overextended himself. He's fought in at least three separate skirmishes at this point, and that's after assisting in the earlier surveillance mission. Rokuro has last track of just how many barriers he's thrown. As for how many he's killed... he is well aware of the number, and simply doesn't want to think about it.

Rokuro wipes the blood away from his nose with the back of his hand, and begins the careful process of rebinding his right chalcedony eye. Without the glow of power, it is simply an ornately carved blue gemstone set into his eye-socket.

"It has been a long battle, and I... felt it necessary to push myself, in order to confirm I am no longer stripped of my abilities." An exhaled breath, neatly tying the gauze off before shifting into a composed kneel. Shaking hands stilled by folding them primly upon his lap. Poised in spite of his pain.