Winter was about to reply, feeling better at Aksaja's words, even though he was a bit tipsy. But as she opened her mouth to reply, when she felt the net fall on top of them. She barely had time to yell for help when she saw the man with the ugly scar knock Aksaja out with a bootheel to the face. She was dragged by her arms painfully, and she struggled as hard as she could, trying to find a place where she could bite the man dragging her down the alley. Finally, His hand came withing biting distance, and she clamped down, the tiny giveaway fangs punturing his hand. He yelped and nearly dropped her, but held tighter instead, despite the slippery blood dripping out of the wound in his hand.

[i]This is all my fault,[/i] Winter thought in shame. [i]If I hadn't played with my everice this probably wouldn't have happened.[/i] With a desperate last attempt at escape, she tried to bit the man again. She nearly succeeded in escaping until the man with the scar intervened and had the other one pin to to the ground, as he raised his foot and with an evil smile, crushed her leg beneath his boot. She screamed in agony and blacked out, the pain and shock was too much for her to handle.