Elandriel's prayer was cut off in mid word with the strike of his sword sending her knife flying, with a shower of sparks and light that made her eyes widen. Quickly, she began whispering a new series of words, the chant similar to the one before, but harsher, darker - one that except in such extreme circumstances as this, she'd not have dared to use.<br/><br/>The spreading stains on her robes stopped, and there was a dark flash across her light eyes as she threw out her other hand - trying to fling the taken wounds into HIS body.