The shrieking of Ana filled Lauralana's ears, then white bursts of pain bloomed in her head as the female's hands rocked her head back and forth.  Stunned, Lauralana's energy bolt that had engulfed Ana's body started to wane, the magic that fed it slowly growing dimmer and dimmer as the elfwoman's concentration was broken.<br/><br/>The smell of burnt flesh reeked in the wagon, and then Lauralana's own nose was seared and scorched, drawing forth her own screams and spasming of her body as her magic was firmly cut off once more. Agony lit through the elf's body, the thin cartiledge smoldering and the return of the insistent pain with the ring. Tears fall from her eyes as she recognizd teh human moaning from Ana, but was too horrified to look at the damage she herself had caused, but did not finish off the human woman.<br/><br/>Ana, her flesh scorched and cracked, her blonde hair crisped was unfortunately still very much alive. Parts of her body nothing more then melted peeling flesh, as she shivered and screamed in shock. Her face was nothing more then a blackened lump of boiling blood, but her eyes, forever blinded now where a milky color as they flayed wide.