She let out a deep breath, and swallowed hard.  She would not be afraid.  She held the power of light, and light always won over darkness.  Of course, that's not what poor Fable was thinking right now.  She shifted again, watching him transform.  It was much better to not look affected, although in this case it took some doing.<br/><br/>She let out a deep breath and called upon the light within her.  She felt, more than heard him behind her.  She did not shift, she did not move.  She wouldn't attack him, until he attacked her again.  She wanted the advantage.