Ilvatha choked again as the elf kicked her, now starting to cough up blood as she was abused.  Before she could take in another breath however, she felt Fael's grip tightening, cutting off her airways.  She started struggling even more, her hands trying to rip Fael's from her throat, ignoring the pain that was going through her breasts.  Her glare slowly shifted to wide-eyed fear, her face losing color as she clawed at the warrior's hand, but to no effect.  Finally, after a few moments of struggling, she went limp, arms falling away and eyes losing focus, staring unblinking at the sky.