Faelyn made a split-second call.
Go quietly. Keep pretending she's helpless. Wait for the right moment.
She struggled weakly as they grabbed her arms, keeping up the act that she was still tied.
"Let me go—"
"SHUT UP!"
One of them backhanded her.
HARD.
Stars exploded across her vision. Her head snapped sideways. Copper taste flooded her mouth.
[FUR!]
'That BASTARD—'
Pain radiated through her cheek and jaw. She could already feel it swelling.
'If I had claws like them. If I could SHIFT. I'd rip his throat out. See how HE likes getting hit when he can't fight back—'
[You have Nature's Communion! Use it! Make vines strangle him!]
'And burn through seventy percent of my healing divine energy on just TWO guards? Then what? Collapse? Get captured again while unconscious? Smart plan, Puffball.'
[But—]
