The situation had devolved from just-about-holding-it-together to completely out of control in the space of just a few seconds. Liaena gasped for breath as she grappled with the hands around her neck. Janice was deceptively strong for her wasted form, and freezing cold. 

The revenants attitude towards her was one of familiarity, almost as if they had met before. For the sake of her sanity, Liaena tried not to read too much into that. There were more pressing concerns at hand, as she struggled for her freedom. She had enough firepower to wipe out the tunnel if she felt so inclined, but that wouldn’t do much against a creature that apparently had the ability to turn incorporeal at will and float in and out of other peoples bodies. And even if she managed to get Janice to drop her – here Liaena twisted her head around briefly to look down at the dark, murky water – would she really be any better off?

Janice was taking care to angle herself so as to allow Liaena a panoramic view of the edge of the cistern, where Sharon was engaged in a fight to the death with – [i]something [/i]– that had just crawled out of the murky waters. 

Removing one of her hands from where it gripped Janice’s arm, Liaena wormed her hand into her pocket to drag out the Gimpsi-patented rifle. The weapon rapidly growing to full size in her hand, Liaena clamped the butt against her ribs with her elbow and aiming the muzzle with her free hand, the sights swinging around erratically with her limited range of movement as she shot a wild volley in the general direction of Sharons assailant. More by luck than by judgement, one gumball snagged the creatures cloak, plastering it stuck tight to the floor and jerking him back sharply by the ties around his neck. 

Shrinking the gun and stuffing it back into her pocket again, Liaena returned to hanging on to Janice’s arms as she found the breath for one shriek, as loud as she could make it: “RITHRYNN!”

“…”

“RITHRYNN!!” Liaena screamed again, after a few seconds in which she gasped for breath and found the air to fill her lungs through her frozen throat. There was no immediate response from the elf, which increased the fear that she and the night elves had been led far enough by the assassins to not be able to hear her. There was however, under the circumstances, very little point in stealth any more. “WE NEED HELP! COME – BACK !”