Elle knew she was in trouble when Ghaleon's motions were little more than a shining blur in front of her. His sword seemed to be humming with life of it's own. She felt a little churning in her stomach as she realized she couldn't tell just by feel if her hand was closed around her bow any more. She swallowed and even her own saliva felt frozen.<br/><br/>He wouldn't kill her. How absurd. Everyone was looking for a way to get everyone else. Elle was just a vehicle for such wishes.<br/><br/>Still, she knew that she was in over her head this time. Her desperation was going to harm her if she didn't pull back, try to recoup. Elle put her hand in Ghaleon's begrudgingly, but when she tried to stand her legs refused to cooperate. Her whole body felt sluggish.<br/><br/>"...Can't move," she muttered, head down, refusing to be taken in by his sympathetic expression. Everyone was a liar, even the most honest-faced of men. Elle swayed, her body sinking slowly downward.