Momentary triumph of a good headbutt was quickly killed by the realization that it had probably saved her captor. In the moment of confusion and panic, she couldn't get her wits together enough to flee. By the time she realized her chance, that vise grip was on her again, and the sword was at her back. She tried to stumble forward ahead of it, but the inquisitor seemed to have little interest in gentleness. The pain dizzied Fossil, and she could have sworn the woman was twisting the blade. When they came to a halt Fossil barely heard what she said. The resistance courier may have been strong of will, but her pain tolerance was low, through the floor in fact. In that there was some defense; under torture she would surely near immediately faint.<br/><br/>Crow was seized by at least two guards. Fossil wasn't sure; her vision was going as the blade seemed to twist again. Anastasia was grabbed by one, or probably one. The boat was surrounded by heavily armored and armed soldiers, a blur of steel.  Another prod, seemingly to emphasize something the inquisitor was saying. It shot through Fossil's feeble nerves, a lightning strike.<br/><br/>The inquisitor had barely finished her speech when Fossil's legs gave out and she collapsed to the rough boards of the dock, barely conscious. She felt she had let down Anastasia, who had taken such a risk to try to help her. If only she could convey that. But her basement level pain threshold was compounded now by blood loss and she was no more mobile than if she was completely unconscious.