The dying coals of her consciousness suddenly burned with intense light. She was watching him die! She would not let this happen! It was<span style="font-style: italic">her</span>body. She wuold be the one to command it. Not some low-rate egotistical warlock.<br/><br/>With a surge of power that would normally have killed her to attempt, she thrashed within the confines of her own mind. It was a prison that she was determined to break free from. From the outside, it simply looked like she'd forgotten what she was doing.<br/><br/>Her dull, unresponsive body stopped in the killing attempt. She neither dropped him, nor continued. Her grip on his neck lost most of the strength behind it. Her head twitched oddly, eyes rolling back.