As she picked herself up off the ground she heard the beast speak. Heard it. Not felt it. It dawned on her then that her powers would be mostly useless--there was no energy to be gleaned.
Then she saw the blade.
"Make noise! Any of you MAKE NOISE." Her voice was painted in shades of desperation. If she wasn't able to shield herself...it would be curtains.
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