Shadra kept her eyes on Alvios, and turned to face him, allowing the blade to strike through her chest. But as the blade slashed against the leather-like clothing she wore, her body faded briefly into a dark smoke before reforming. It was wraith-like, but she didn't react negatively at first. [color=black]"Don't swing at me.. Don't swing at me.. Don't swing at me.."[/color] Shadra repeated, lowering her body and dispelling his dark claw. The girl crawled towards Alvios slowly, keeping her eyes fixated on his sword. The people surrounding them began backing away, and Rebecca's parents found their way to their daughter, with the elders by their side. It was only moments before Rebecca was surrounded by loved ones, but Shadra wasn't about to let anything happen. The wide open circular plaza, once flooded with civilians, was thinning out as people ran away in fear, or to find help. The few who stayed, watched Alvios hopefully. He was the best swordsman Arcadia had to offer, and although the local guards were nothing to sneeze at, they weren't exactly [i]here[/i] to help, were they?

	Shadra spun around and dashed towards the group of people, grabbing them by their shoulders one at a time, and peeling them away from the group as she forced her own way to Rebecca. [color=black]"It can't be allowed to exist-"[/color] She parroted from a memory long past, summoning another claw of black mist around her hand as she slashed at Rebecca's parents angrily.