Floure ceased her struggling, he was just too strong, keeping her pinned down on the ground. She felt her strength fading and she needed to save what she had left. She bit down on her lips to try and stop whimpering. The only why she was going to get out of this alive was to feign giving in and so she did. The spirit produced a devils smile on the face of the man, filling his head with drunken desires. The look on his face scared her at first but then it also made her incredibly angry. So much even that it gave her the courage to fight back. She had lived through worse than this, walked through fire, hunted by the church and maybe the worst of all having to lie to her family every day for a whole year. She would not be taken down by this misery spirit. 

He lowered his face to hers his lips trying to finds hers. Adrenaline rushed through her and when he got close enough she forcefully rammed her forehead against his own. He howled in pain but she wasn't done and impinged her knee into his manhood. Stars were floating before her eyes as she struggled to get up. A violent stinging sensation was quickly spreading on her forehead. With shaking fingers she gently touched the bump forming on her forehead. The adrenaline was starting to leave her system and she knew her throbbing head wasn't the only thing she was going to feel. She didn't see her family anywhere and even though she more than anything wanted to be with them, her battered shape wouldn't let her. It was by the grace of the Gods and the ancestors that she was still standing. The impact with the ground had been much rougher than it seemed at first. There was blood trickling from her nose and her palms were grazed, making it very painful to move her fingers. She heard the man who attacked her groaning on the ground and looked down at him. Seeing someone in pain used to worry her. She would do anything to make the pain go away. Now she didn't feel any of those things, she felt justified. Who else was going to defend her if not herself? It was either her or him. Thanking the ancestors with a softly whispered prayer she dragged herself to the stairway of her wagon and tried to maneuver herself into a position which hurt the less. She breathed in deeply which made her cringe in pain simultaneously. 

[i]You see Mami, I'm still here. Maybe my marriage wasn't all bad after all, he at least taught me to stand up for myself. I don't know if I would have been here otherwise.[/i] If you could look past her size and pretty facade the young fortune teller was actually quite resilient. Not as tough as the Traveler men, but she was no pushover mind you. Now all she needed was her family, to hold them in a tight embrace so they knew how much she cherished them. She kept her pale eyes on the road ahead, her heart filled with both hope and fear. Hopefully they wouldn't look like her, because she was confident she looked horrible. Even so she would take them battered and beaten any day, instead of...... She wasn't even going to allow the words to enter her thoughts.