Now separated from her body and surrounded by cold, Mistletoe felt the world slow to a hum at her side. 

[i]I... My soul?[/i] she wondered, glancing back at her and Derrick's still bodies before looking upon the Jailor again. Her eyes were drawn to the glowing blue flame at the end of the other shackle. [i]Is that... Derrick?[/i]

When the Jailor approached, Mistletoe snapped herself to focus again, shrugging off the enveloping cold. [i]I need to save Derrick and get back in my body,[/i] she thought, glancing at jailor's chains again. [i]He's holding them, but he's not immune.[/i]

With that thought in mind, Mistletoe waited for the Jailor to come closer before lashing out with her legs, fists, and whatever else she could to attack the winged figure before launching herself back towards her body in an attempt to reenter it.

[hr][@hekazu][@lord of evil]