<i>Weapon?</i>What was her weapon? How could she remember something she’d only ever used in another life? She couldn’t look away from the creature’s sadistic grin, its promise of darkness to come. She took a slow step backwards only to miss her footing on an uneven bit of ground and tumble onto her butt for the second time that day.<br/><br/>She gazed hopelessly toward the wolf, her vision blurring slightly. Had she always been so... helpless? She had to fight, she knew, but she’d only just learned that she even<i>could</i>. Even if she ran away here, another one would find her soon enough if she couldn’t even control her aura. “Run, Vergil,” she said softly. “There are others like me... you can find them, help them. What’s the point if you d... die here?” She smiled weakly at the puppy. The wolf would tear him apart - she wasn’t sure he’d even have a chance.<br/><br/><i>What are you saying? You’re too scared to move, and you’re telling the only person that can help you to run? Why would...</i>A small barrier shimmered into being between Luna and the demon-wolf; it wavered like her thoughts, and would be easy enough to break.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>