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[center][color=crimson]Location: [/color]The Square.[/center][center][color=crimson]Interacting With: [/color]Azerus, Hooded Woman.[/center]

Spencer, as expected, kept quiet throughout the whole ordeal, silently praying to herself with her eyes squeezed shut. However, as time dragged on her eyes gave way to a pleading look towards the young woman before them. Something akin to [color=crimson][i]'Please take me with you!'[/i][/color] seemed to emit from her lapis-blue orbs. Yet her attitude swiftly began to shift, especially when the woman dragged on about being taken to a church and [i]used to sniff out gore.[/i] Her two least favourite things, the Church and gore, in the same place? Now Ira [i]needed[/i] to escape. 

She struggled against her captor, against his grip. She twisted and writhed, legs and arms flailing in an attempt to strike her captor and make an escape, however the blows were less than powerful. One accidental kick towards Azerus' groin may incapacitate him, however if he managed to protect the vital area, she wouldn't really have much else from her aimless thrashing. It was very clear now to anyone in the area, if it weren't before, that Spencer wanted to escape.