"Liaena, are you alright? You look as though you've seen a ghost"

“…”

“Li?”

Liaena did not reply. Instead, in one quick, fluid motion she pulled the small dart-gun she had reclaimed from Faleres ‘spoils of war’ back at the mansion out a pocket and emptied a full charge of the ammo into their guards neck. Shani staggered back, looking disorientated for a second and gave Liaena a chance to produce her rifle out of hammerspace and shoot her with [i]that[/i] as well. The gel forced Shani back to slam into the dirty sewer wall and stick fast to it as Liaena scrabbled frantically in her bag for another round to the dart gun, find one, jam it into the chamber and shoot her in the neck yet again while Sharon and Lord Graymoon were still trying to find their voice from complete shock. 

“LIAENA! What – why did you –“

“By the Light!” emitted Lord Graymoon, looking horrified and terrified all at once. 

“She’s possessed! Look at her!” was all that Liaena managed to get out. Backing away from Shani as though it was contagious, Terror was rising up her throat and making her feel light headed as she turned to Sharon, gesturing dramatically towards the downed Shani. “There was that thing…didn’t you see that ghost, it flew right at her, and it’s done something to her. Sherpa did it to her. Didn’t you hear that scream? Didn’t you…”

But Liaena’s words died in her throat with the rustling noise behind her. Looking down at the Night Elf, she stared unbelievingly down her as in spite of the drugs, enough of which should have been enough to knock out a horse for ten hours straight, ‘Shani’ opened her eyes and smiled back. It was not at all a nice smile. But her eyes….those were completely blank. 

“We need to go” Liaena muttered. Stepping back yet again to distance herself from Shani, she didn’t take her eyes off it despite the fact it was allegedly stuck to the side of the tunnel by goo balls. It was allegedly drugged to oblivion as well, and it didn’t appear to care about that either. She shot a desperate glance at Sharon. “Teleport us out of the sewer. You can do that, can’t you? Can’t you!?”