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[i]“This woman is going to try to make you better,” The old man had told her, indicating the painted woman, “but she says it might hurt. You need to stay still and try to keep calm... we are going to hold you down, too, so you don’t hurt yourself. Do you understand?”[/i]

Angora nodded slowly... The painted one had already healed the worst of her injuries, and now she was going to try and help her, according to the old man. But now there were questions running through Angora's mind, seemingly cleared for the first time in months. Help her do what, understand herself? Help her free her mind from whatever it was had been prompting her actions? A spear of pain shot through her forehead, prompting her to cry out in pain. She looked up at the painted one, her eyes full of panic and fear - she knew that the painted one couldn't understand her, but hopefully if she made the point frantically enough, she would understand. "[i]It... It returns! Please, be quick, I can't keep it back forever! It tries to claw its way back into my mind, into my senses, into everything![/i]" The entity had recovered from the heightened state of emotion - evidently it had been overwhelmed with it all, maybe inexperienced with the high-intensity action of combat: Angora had been able to quickly overpower her previous targets, and not been bogged down in trading blows... nor had she been injured in such a manner previously.

The painted woman crouched down next to her, as the green-skinned man and the warrior from before held her arms and legs tightly. Angora scrunched her eyes shut, gritting her teeth as the waves of pain began to emanate from her forehead throughout her skull... And then she felt a gentle hand on the point of the pain. It seemed to dampen the throbbing somewhat, and then... she could feel influences within her mind. She could feel the entity conflicting with her. And then an external force intervened - the painted woman, and some divine entity! The power was overwhelming, the conflict seemed fit to burst, her skull felt like it was going to fracture! Angora screamed in agony, her eyes unable to remain closed in the throes of the battle within her head. The painted woman seemed to be murmuring something under her breath, something in her own language that Angora had no idea what it was, but Angora could see the light blue aura around the woman's hand and her own eyes... Tears flowed from Angora's eyes as she tried to thrash about, tried to wrench herself free from the tightening grip of the warrior and the green-skinned companion of the healer, tried to force the healer out of her head. "[i]Get out! Get out of my mind![/i]" The exclamation was not directed to anyone in particular, perhaps both to the healer and the entity, but it served to release a small amount of energy that had been building up... Angora struggled wildly, despite only being able to actually move her head with any degree of freedom - her muscles tensed as much as they could, as much force as she could exert against those who held her down. The fight in her head showed no sign of slowing.

It seemed like an eternity to Angora. The tears, the screams, the agony, it was almost too much to bear. Nothing seemed to dull the pain, not even the gentle touch of the healer, not even the attempts at comfort that the green-skinned man was able to voice in Rodorian. It was nothing but mental torture, the worst she had ever experienced. And then, after what felt like an aeon, something seemed to snap. Something in Angora's mind seemed to finally give, to at last cease its resistance. The pain was blinding, but there was nothing in the back of her mind any more. The screams continued, the tears, the excruciating pain... but she was in control. She was free. She could see her world around her. She had subjugated the entity. It was hers to command, not hers to share her body with.

"S-Stop! Stop! Please, no more! Please! Please..." was all she could cry out.