[Center][b]☆ Helena ☆[/b]
[I]Nox Mission [/i][/center]

Helena was not at all surprised that he wasn’t having that. Though she was admittedly a little surprised by what he chose to attack her with. “This is not talking!” she said, her voice rising a little bit at the end as she tried to get away from the tentacles of darkness. And failing. Two of them wrapped around her foot and started to drag and tug and tighten about her so she couldn’t get away, making her start to lose her balance. 

“This is definitely not talking,” she went on, trying to see if she could get her boot free, but by then it was already wrapped around her leg as well and yanking hard enough that she slipped and was beginning to be dragged by her one leg as more tentacles reached for her other. And her hands and waist, and any other part of her body that they could find.

Managing to yank her arm free, she caught the briefest flash of the yellow gemmed ring on her hand. She had the quickest of ideas, one she hopped would work. She doubted that the light she was about to bring forth would hurt the things grabbing at her, but she hoped that it would at least scare them off long enough for her to get free of them, regroup her thoughts, and hopefully burn them down. Which is what she was going to do if the light didn’t put them off first. Tapping on the ring three times, she waited while the light came out, still struggling against the holds against her as she did so.  When it did, the gripping and pulling stopped for long enough for her to scramble back and get onto her knees again. “Fuck me,” she groaned, not certain that she had the energy or magic to do much more right that moment and still make it out of here on her own two feet.