[@Sarcelle Renard]

Octavia saw the phantom hands sprout up from the ground and shoot straight for them. [color=ed1c24]"NO!  DON'T HURT THEM!"[/color] She screamed as she tore her wing off of the ice spike then used her body as a sheild and took the blow. The hands squeezed down tightly against her throat, torso, arms, legs, and wings. The hands then pinned her firmly against the ground, knocking the wind out of her in the process. Her veins turned black and she started to cough up black blood again as a result to darkness poisoning. 

A warm light glowed from her chest, though not as nearly bright enough as before, and spread throughout her restraints turning the shadows into light. When the light reached Balmung, the hands shattered like glass into specks of warm light, which quickly disappeared as they rained down onto the group. 

[color=ed1c24]"No more... OK...? No more... "[/color] Octavia said softly as she got to her feet and kneeled before Asher. She lifted him up into a sitting position and placed her hand on his chest. Another warm and gentle light emanated, this time from the palm of her hand, and poured into the demon, healing his injuries and regaining his strength. [color=ed1c24]" That's enough fighting for today, don't you think...? So... Please... No more... OK..?"[/color] She murmered to him, offering him a gentle and warm smile, that matched the soft and warm touch of her skin.