To the Spines that were able to continue to flee in the face of the tempest of destruction no doubt the elf was a living nightmare. Her rampage no doubt would have continued until they were all smears upon the wall. A repeat of another massacre that had been hidden from the world. Fortunately for the retreating ne’er do wells, a Shaitan man chose to brave this storm. Even if the elf was able to ignore damage, biology was something that not many could ignore and the unfortunate fact was that she was still rather short. He landed on her back right as her claws slashed out. “[b][color=39b54a]GNAAAGGHHH[/color][/b]—!” Snarled the feral beast as it felt the weight suddenly land on her. It wasn’t going to let that stop it though. It’s glowing green claw switched to a downward raking motion. The fleeing spine was mere inches away having his back be eviscerated by the claws, but unfortunately the reaper’s scythe is oft deceptively longer than it seems. Razor sharp winds swirled from that single raking strike, as if the very tempest itself turned into a beast. These winds rended the Spine who thought he barely managed to get away as a guttural scream came from his mouth. This covered the not only the elf in even more blood, but no doubt got some on this storm quelling horned Shaitan. The elf also attempted to try and turn her shoulder, to use one of those large demonic spikes on her arms to impale this storm chaser, but to no avail. It was too much of a last minute attack, and mostly the predictable actions of a beast at that. [b][center]”[color=39b54a]KGNHGAAHHH[/color]!”[/center][/b] She let out a scream of primal fury as the winds surrounding her feet kicked into the highest gear, as if the tornado was exerting all its force to try and kick this man off of her. Sadly the Shaitan quickly utilized his powers to attempt to drown her ferocity by attacking her mind directly. Her mind resisted. Her ferocity resisted. It didn’t matter if her brain broke in two. This storm would not be so easily quelled, as it would rather break and die then to be stopped. The two contradicting forces in her mind brought a different kind of damage, making her nose bleed as it tried to resist a power it couldn’t beat. Right as her mind was on the verge of destroying itself, a scene was brought up from… somewhere. . . . [b][i]TWANG[/i][/b] A vaguely arrow shaped shadow flew from a bow, impaling into the side of some kind of shadowy, bestial figure. The no faced figure shook their head as it watched the shadowy prey quickly run away. The no faced figure’s bow vanished in the next moment. “[i]No… hunt[/i]?” Asked that weak voice. The no faced figure shrouded in green fog shook its head and spoke, their voice muffled. “[i]A good hunter knows the right moment to end the hunt[/i]”. “———-“ the weak voice replied, but no sounds came. They were lost as two storms clashed. . . . All of this takes a while to describe, but it happened all in this one instant. The Shaitan’s power of suggestion stormed through the girl’s mind like a hurricane, bringing up some strange words deep from somewhere. It’s those words, combined with that immense power of suggestion, that ended the beast’s primal fury in a near instant, the winds dissipating almost as quickly as they came. The elf’s emerald eyes immediately returned to complete stillness with a hint of fog in them as if she wasn’t completely awake in that moment and her ferocious nature seemed to completely disappear, as if the vicious creature from before had been but a mere illusion that people dreamed up. By the time that fog cleared, she found herself sat against a pillar, metallic arms restrained behind her back and her legs tied to leave her in a sitting position. Normal people would struggle, ask why they are in binds, but the elf did not. She merely sat there, eyes staring forward at who knows what. The guards? The lizardman? The gunner that approached them? Her eyes were still and completely calm as she just looked forward, silently observing everything. It was indeed quite a stark contrast to the creature of brute ferocity that was there before, although traces of that could still be seen in other ways. She was covered in blood! Some of it definitely her’s, but most of it coming from the strewn remains of Spines that could be seen all throughout the stands wherever the elf’s previous path of carnage had taken her. It was on her face, her clothes, her metallic arms, her legs. Everything about her was quite bloody. Her clothes had various gashes and tears in them and the precious pack given to her by the doctors that she had been wearing on her back before had since fallen off somewhere when those two swords had slashed her back, cutting its straps along with her flesh. She had various visible gashes on her body including quite the nasty one on her cheek and an arrow stuck in her side. Despite all of these wounds that would leave many in great agony she wasn’t letting out a single sound. She was still. Not even her hands were materialized, meaning she looked like she had just metallic arms with no hands for some reason. She was calm, but on the inside she was observing all and waiting. Waiting… Her freedom was being stolen by these ropes, the guards… by everything. So for now she was waiting… For [color=39b54a][i]the right moment[/i][/color].