''I.. I can't move''<br/><br/>Her voice was weak and trembling, filled with the pain of having her arm dislocated behind her back. Eponine was hanging face down in the trees, her hair limply falling to the sides of her cheeks as she could see the dark vague shadows of Razor moving in the corners of her eyes.<br/><br/>''I'm to.. to.. to your right, hanging, from a.. a branch above your head. I'm wrapped in vines, and.. My arm.. ooh.. my arm..''<br/><br/>She started crying now, realising the seriousness of the situation as her arm was utterly wrapped and throbbing painfully. Blood was unable to flow freely through its veins, and her legs weren't of any good either to support onto something.<br/><br/>''I'm happy.. the spells worked on you...''<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>