"You will not leave me here and you do not get to save me," Thana growled. The crystalline structure behind her back was set aflame, flickering as metallic-high pitched noises filled the room. The perverted sound of violins screeched, intensifying as she crouched down. She bent forward, right arm connected to the ground, left raised above her head. More and more of her blood flowed towards the raised hand until it was encompassed in a crimson claw three times the size of her actual hand.
A series of notes, deep, deep, high, deep, high, then she jumped forwards, right at John. There was nobody who could react, not even Sylph was able to intercept the pale woman's assault and so she tore through the sorry remains of John's barrier.
