Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-27226023-20150807001143/@comment-27235572-20150809031237

Quinn struggled in Lazarus' grip. While she just wanted to twist from her grasp, she was already feeling cold and the numbness was only spreading. Quinn felt a sudden rush of rage. She had survived so much already and her life hadn't even truly begun yet! She was not being strangled to death like some sort of stupid damsel in distress!

"L-leave..." She wheezed, gasping for air. "Me... A-ALONE!" Quinn screamed shrilly before a sudden wave of magic pushed them apart. Quinn dropped to the floor, coughing and rubbing her throat. She still felt cold, and she knew that just a small blast wasn't going to do anything to this witch.

ELSEWHERE

Petra looked at Sam, slightly amused. "You won't be able to push me-" She froze, staring at the other witch. With a sudden shriek, she scrambled through, inadvertently widening the hole. Pressing her fingers against Lalka's arm, she silently conveyed the image of the witch outside. They had been cornered.