"Nilsine, what the hell are you doing right now?!" Rue shouted from across the hall.
Her other companions looked back in their direction wide-eyed, clearly shocked that the one they were supposed to search for within the week had shown herself right in front of them.
That's Nilsine?!
"This bastard has lost his mind! This is not Lysander—!" Before she could even finish her sentence, shadow arms appeared from the ground and gripped her legs and arms, pulling her away from Lysander.
"Fuck!" She cursed out of spite, as she couldn't hold the grip on Lysander any longer. The shadows then aimed to throw her away from Lysander.
To which she landed on the other side of the training hall.
Lysander coughed, gasping for air. Well, that hurt like fuck. When did she become so strong? Is it a strength enhancing spell? He thought to himself, trying to regain his vision's focus.
