Elysia was on ground level and had stashed Aisyle away in the tower so he would be safe. As she began to fight she felt less and less in control, all the rage and anger she had stored away came back like a flood, washing away thing that stood in it's way. As she killed more and more she began to understand, much to horror, why Dark liked to kill. A sick smile crept onto Elysia's face, she was enjoying this more than she'd care to admit.