Ivy's mind was humming a hundred thousand miles a second -- jumping from toothy projectiles, from poison dart guns, to poisonous projectile-shaped frogs, and vice versa -- giving the overall sensation of a warm buzz. She didn't object, or even seem to notice when Jötz grabbed her wrist, having completely skipped over the eagerly hopeful reaction she'd been anticipating. One moment, she was sitting cross-legged, inspecting her grisly prize from all angles, and the next she was on her back, still inspecting her prize, none the wiser, all without ever realizing she was about to say a very quick goodbye to a very critical body part for a very permanent time. It was the pinprick of pain that finally drew her attention elsewhere, without quite breaking her free from Sparking. Impatient, annoyed, she looked to her arm, scowling at the thin, bright line of blood there before switching her green-eyed gaze to the Jaeger. "What are you doing?" she demanded imperiously. "I -- " And then she seemed to focus on the blade in his hand, and her mind snapped abruptly back into place. The irritation in her face became fear and confusion at once and she began to pull away. "Wait," she said, half pleading, half questioning. "[i]What's[/i] gonna hurt? Are you -- ?" And then he did. Time seemed to slow down, her heart beat rolling to a stop, her eyes never once leaving Jötz's, though they grew wide as saucers in her increasingly pale face. "Um..." she began meekly, almost politely. "Did...did you...?" The pain came before she could finish the question. It came like a speeding train, like a great wave bowling her over. There was nothing, and then there was everything, and the everything was entirely too much for her mind to handle, because it seemed to short in that moment, giving her pain not in physical feelings, but in flashing colors and lights. [i]FLASH![/i] Everything ricocheted back into hyper speed as Ivy began to realize what had just happened. She could feel her heart begin to race, could hear her breathing picking up in her ears. She blinked dumbly and tried to sit up. [i]FLASH![/i] The searing light -- red? yellow? -- was accompanied by a scream this time, and then another, the first a stunned yelp of surprise, the second one of fear, appearing to swell as though she stood at the bottom of a vast abyss and someone was falling toward her, quickly. [i]FLASH![/i] Something bad was happening, and Ivy had to leave. She had to get away, run away, even though she wasn't sure how or to where or from whom. She tried to get her feet underneath her and failed, succeeding only in stumbling to once side. Her back found a wall and she leaned against it for support. [i]FLASH![/i] It was getting harder to think, if that's what the chaos tumbling through her mind could be called. Her head felt heavy, her eyelids felt heavy. Her face felt hot, and the rest of her felt cold. Except her left side, her arm. That just felt -- [i]FLASH![/i] She was going to pass out. She was pretty sure she was going to pass out. She felt sick and dizzy and slow, and she was breathing too quickly and there were great big colorful spots in her vision, slowly blocking out what she could see. Her eyes scanned the growing darkness for a way out, any way out, and instead found the Jaeger. What was his name? Jaegar...Jaeger...Jaeger... She threw up and started to draw a hand across her mouth, and couldn't, and screamed again. In the back of her mind, something kept trying to kick into gear, Sparking fruitlessly against the [i]FLASH![/i] that had taken over. Her eyes, half lidded now, caught on something in the darkness, a pale, cold still thing, so small against the shrinking black. She counted four fingers, a thumb, a few inches of arm... The next [i]FLASH[/i] that came was duller, colder. The black was taking over, coming over even the pain, and she didn't mind in the slightest. She wavered fell back against the wall, struggled to stay upright. Finally, she looked down to where her hand had been and froze. The flashes stopped. If she was still screaming, she couldn't hear herself. Ivy blinked once and nodded, as if she had expected this. A small frown of disappointment crossed her face. "But I'm left-handed," she protested quietly, much the way a very young and overtired child might insist they could stay up another hour past bedtime. And then the encroaching darkness became complete, sealing itself shut over her eyes as Ivy slumped, unconscious, to the floor.