Ayrie was lucky the bullets went wild, one singed her sword arm as she brought it up to stop Wrath's attack, causing searing pain. She went blind for a moment with the pain, hearing Asran come to her defense. She regained her senses in time to see her kick him back, still screaming that Ayrie was Astoria.

Ayrie fought the pain and stood up, backing away from Wrath as she spat for Asran to look at her soul. She felt exhaustion seep into her bones as she lost blood from the cut in her abdomen, and the shimmer left her hair and eyes as her control over her power waned. The sword disappeared, as well, her hand glowing momentarily as it absorbed back into her hand.

"Asran? I swear I don't know what she's talking about." She said plaintively, looking at him wide eyed. "I would... never... hurt you. I haven't even tried to hurt a woman who is trying to... kill me."

As she spoke she limped a few steps towards him, begging with her eyes for him to believe her. As she looked at him the fleeting thought that this was the dream she had had the other night crossed her mind.