The elf woman's aim was woefully effected by the quickly rising light-headedness that seemed to encase her mind. Still she fought, backing away, trying to find a weakness in the Spawn's demeanor. Her eyes caught that of Tristan's fleeing and she felt better, knowing that she did all she could for him. The Fates and his own ingenious would have to take over now.<br/><br/>As the female moved closer, Lauralana drew the last bit of energy, and instead of aiming it at the spawn, she aimed it at the cowering Ana, seconds before the jolt of electricity stiffened her body, causing her green eyes to roll backwards for a moment showing nothing but whites, before collapsing in a heap, shuddering as her body's nerves worked frantically to remember their correct pathways to fire their own electricities. She did not even know if her ball, intent on putting Ana out of her misery, and destroying the body that housed potential spawn, had struck its goal or not.