Sabine growled into a berserk shriek and threw her arm towards Arinette. Once again, Arinette's joints locked up, though not for any paralysing effect on her muscles, but for external force pressing against every inch of her skin. She could not breathe, let alone speak. Like digging worms, tendrils of magic wriggled into her skin without breaking it, covering her with crawling itches that kissed at every nerve.

Sabine stood slouched, glowering from behind her blood-encrusted hair with her arm shining with green and gold whorls of power extending out. Arinette lifted up off the ground.

"I CAN FEEL ALL OF YOUR BLOOD!" Sabine screeched. "I CAN FEEL EVERYWHERE PAIN IS FELT IN YOUR BODY!" She took two unsteady steps forward. "I CAN TEAR IT ALL OUT LIKE ROOTS! ALL OF IT! ALL OF IT AT ONCE!"

The little tendrils of magic tugged just enough under Arinette's skin to make her feel a jarring numbness akin to striking the ulnar nerve under the elbow, though across every bone in her body. Arinette knew that Sabine was capable of making good on her claim by making the tendrils tug just a little harder.

The crawling sensation was its own kind of torture. Just enough movement was visible on Arinette's face to hint at what it was to experience it.

But just as fast as Sabine lashed out, she slumped and let her arm fall limp. The magic disappeared. Arinette collapsed to the ground, completely free and drained of magicka and breath.

"Please..." Sabine sobbed. Her screaming made her throat gravely, even at her pitiful high pitch. "Stop...I want to go home..."