Holding her ground was all the more difficult, hearing Zel call her name. It was all she could do to shut her eyes tight and keep standing, though that wouldn't last long. As Ahmaht tried to make his way under Larea's arms, his height proved too much, and he ended up nudging the girl. Her already-shaken state resulted in her toppling to the ground a few feet away, only able to curse her own patheticness as her friends tried to protect her.<br/><br/>They were all going to die here, weren't they? Not that she would have much time to mourn. Depending on what plans Cethin had, she felt sure she was going to be killed before long after all was said and done. Fear for her companions' lives was the only coherent thing swirling through her mind as she lay there, helpless, listening to the sounds as the battle began. Was this really happening? She prayed to wake up and find it was all a nightmare. She would have chosen to remain alone forever, if it meant the difference between their lives; though whether that thought was compassion or weakness, she did not know.<br/><br/>As for Origin, she had ceased her floating about once the fight started, instead choosing to get out of the way by returning to Larea. A bright, golden orb of energy wasn't likely to be of much help, other than to possibly blind both parties.