Izzy tried to pull away from the onslaught, hoping for a moment, even a mere partial second, of a reprieve. A mental and physical agony mingling with a fury fueled in part by the lingering pain burned in her eyes and displayed on her face. The metallic taste of her own blood from the short time it took her to heal coated her tongue in a film. Her chest and shoulders heaved with each breath. Though her body kept healing, she did not know how much more of this torture she could take.
	She wanted--[i]needed[/i]--this to be over. By any means possible. It took much of her willpower to not just simply give in. But a quick glance to the farmhouse was enough to remind her of why she could not. 
	Gathering what strength to fight she still had, she let out an angered cry and charged once more into the fray, though every part of her desired to run in the opposite direction. The moment Cerasus let his guard down, she leapt on him, trying to pin his arms to his sides, and her long, sharp fangs aimed at the soft flesh at the base of his neck.