On her second charge into the glass, it shattered, and Krynn found herself falling forward out the window. The ground rushed up to meet her, eliciting a pained<i>oof</i>as she hit the dirt amid a sprinkle of glass shards. Scrambling to her feet, heedless of the cuts now peppering her silver skin, she took off a dead run down the path. Krynn could hear Tavoth shouting behind her, but didn't dare look behind as she ran. She was wild-eyed with fear, her labored breathing edged with a hint of panicked whimpering. This had to be a bad dream. It<i>couldn't</i>be real. The bolt of magic that suddenly whizzed past her seemed real, unfortunately, as did the tree falling towards her. She backpedaled wildly as it crashed down in front of her with a groaning of timbers. She glanced over her shoulder, catching Tavoth's silhouette in the evening gloom as he stormed towards her.<br/><br/>His angry shouting wasn't missed either, and she suppressed a shiver of fear, unsure whether or not he truly intended to kill her. She wasn't taking any chances, though, nor was she willing to just submit like a lamb to slaughter. With no other option she could see, she darted off the path, hoping to lose him in the underbrush. The elf wasn't quite as fast as she, and if she could just find a pond or other body of water to retreat into, she could wait him out--sprites were aquatic by nature, able to remain underwater for long periods of time. In the darkness, however, she could barely see two feet in front of herself, and off the footpath, the underbrush was thick and tangled. Briars scratched her legs as she ran, and twice she nearly twisted her ankle on a root or stone. He was catching up, likely more used to navigating these wilds than she. She felt the hum of magic in the air as he fired off another spell and flinched, only for it to strike a nearby shrub. Immediately, the leaves thickened and petrified into stone, dropping off the bush's now-granite branches. That could have been her, she realized with cold dread.<br/><br/>At his continued shouting, she only quickened her pace. The trees thinned out overhead, the plantlife becoming less of an obstacle to her, but it would prove to be her undoing as well. As she burst into the clearing, inadvertently exposing herself, she felt the tell-tale buzz of magic once more as Tavoth sent another spell her way. Rather than miss again, however, this shot struck true, arcing through the air to catch Krynn on her right calf. The sudden numbness in her leg caused her to trip, tumbling to a halt in the dirt with a cry of pain. The terrible sensation of<i>nothing</i>began to spread, and as she sat up, she saw the stony patches spreading across her flesh, creeping up her thigh. She shrieked, scrabbling desperately at her leg as it slowly petrified, a terrified mumbling of<b> "No, no nono<i>no</i>,"</b>escaping her. Out of reflex, she tried to reverse the spell, or at least halt it, but the collar Tavoth had fixed around her neck ensured that she was powerless to stop her slow immobilization.