She was at that moment grateful, he had saved her further injury. She Snapped weakly with her right hand and thrust her left forward into a beautiful uppercut. The Spiked carapace collided with the beasts teeth hard enough to crack them, An the beast roared before She snapped her fingers again. This time the beast seemed to have a pillar of green light go straight through its mouth. The leaves and grass around her swayed heavily from the resulting breeze and the beast launched into the air. It didn't let out a roar but the thud as it crashed into the ground was mighty. All the beast had left was quiet wheezes and coughs of blood. She walked over and tore the sword from the other dead lizard beast and looked over at havoc.<br/><br/>Her eyes squinted and she immediately crouched into a stance. She hated the feeling she had. The feeling deep within her gut, it was the feeling you'd get before you were about to be betrayed. This was only a feeling that people whom have survived multiple backstabs would get. It wasn't always right but that didn't change the fact that it was there. She was scared of him, he was formidable and she had carelessly broken her own arm. She grit her teeth and slowly advanced towards him keeping her guarded stance. She wished for the ability to speak to try and calm him or to try and goad out his true intentions at that moment but there were none, all she could do was watch him. At this point what she saw she did not like, it was like gazing into a thousand of her hard fought battles as a kid. She didn't enjoy fighting in the way she did it, it was to her a necessity but, there was a type of fighting she did enjoy. The type that was largely free of consequence, the duels for sport or the friendly bouts. She hated fighting to kill, but she understood that it was necessary for her survival. As she stalked closer her magical energy was going wild with power, the area around her was something of a small huricane with the wind she was producing. Scared... So scared. The power increased. She knew all to well that he could kill her, and he enjoyed killing, she was so very scared, but fear was powerful. She was used to fighting for her life, and he gave her that fear, the thought of being near death.