As the pain of Shula being knocked unconscious ran through his skull, Faelan forced himself to his feet, holding his sword with one hand, yelling out Shula's name. The ringing in his ears didn't make it easy, and neither did the endless yells of excitement from around him. The beast didn't stop after knocking her out, instead opting to kick her while she was down, and even from here Faelan could see the blood coming from her head. Even more concerning, he could feel it through the bond. With her the way she was, it almost felt like anything she couldn't feel was going straight to him.<br/><br/>As Faelan watched in horror, the beast lumbered it's way towards her head, lifting it's foot, getting ready to make Shula's head pop like a grape. Breaching his mind came the thought of her rolling out of the way, moving, anything. For a split second, there seemed to be a spark through the bond, but that was the least of his concern as the demon brought it's foot down. Expecting a sickening crunch, Faelan, and the demon itself, couldn't believe it when Shula rolled out of the way. The bond stayed quite though, there was no doubt in his mind that she was still very much unconscious.  The demon tried to stomp again, and she rolled out of the way, like his mind was instructing her to. Recalling how the bonds worked for the Foundation's lower class experiments, he realized he was controlling her now.<br/><br/>Pushing her a little more, it almost felt like he was controlling his own body. But it seemed so sluggish, heavier than his, and unfamiliar. While the beast was distracted trying to figure out how the unconscious body was rolling around, Faelan took the opportunity. Lifting his own sword the best he could with one hand, he poured his mind into making Shula push the giant lizard, and almost like a full sized puppet, she staggered her way up, much to the lizard's amusement. "Still able to stand huh, there might just be a use for that body of yours after all," the lizard's raspy voice growled. He started to say something else, but Faelan pushed himself and Shula's own form forward, catching the lizard in an awkward tackle.<br/><br/>The beast's own form resisted the tip of his blade at first, but breaking through the scale, it slid in smoothly, the scraping of it's scales almost metallic. The sword came out several inches away from Shula, as the lizard could only boggle down at the blade protruding through him. It's tail swiped furiously behind it, catching Faelan in the side, robbing him of his breath and his balance. He barely managed to hang on to the blade's handle though, and Shula's own scaly hands pushed down on the blade, forcing the steel through the lizard as it's organs started spilling from the massive cleave. Dropping the sword as the lizard fell dead, he rushed over to Shula, who almost seemed to be a static manikin. Holding her with his good arm, he only barely caught her before he couldn't mentally support her anymore and the two collapsed, unconscious.