Ashe had given up. She was tired too. Tired of fighting. Tired of always living in fear or anger. And now that Ryder was gone, what did she have to live for? He’d died because of her. He’d saved her life and she couldn’t even repay that one debt. She saw no point in fighting Alex. That was until he came into view. Her eyes widened and Ashe let out a small gasp as she saw Ryder, rather beat up looking and incredibly drained. But he was alive. She felt a few tears come to her eyes as he struggled to his feet, only to fall back to his knees as Alex attacked him.

Her eyes narrowed, hatred seeping from them as he grabbed her by her hair before dropping her to the ground. She looked to Ryder as he told her she needed to get free. She looked down at herself and then back to him and nodded slowly. She could. She knew she could at least do this for him after she’d done so much to him. But she was so weak. After all the trying to kill herself thing she was running low on Mana and this collar. This damn collar.

Closing her eyes Ashe tried to concentrate. It was hard with the constant chanting. It was making it difficult for her to think, to focus what little magic remained. She knew Ryder had told her never to teleport, because of the dangers involved. But she hoped that this time he’d forgive her, considering the circumstances. At first nothing seemed to happen, when suddenly the collar around her neck began glowing blue and suddenly Ashe vanished, the ropes that had bound her dropping to the ground. She appeared beside Ryder a moment later and hesitated for a moment as her head spun however she used her now freed hands to grab the knife at his belt and cut the ropes that bound his hands.