She gave a cry as the wave of darkness hit her dead on. She stumbled backwards, obviously in quite a bit of pain. "I won't go with you." That same quiet voice, still showing no fear, only determination to *not* be subdued and captured. "I won't be a slave!" With the Umbreon so close, she took another chance.<br/><br/>Inhaling, she fired a blast of small, flaming darts at her foe. Hopefully getting a facefull of fire would dissuade the Umbreon. She knew the attack wasn't very powerful, but it was all she could do at this point. The umbreon was far stronger than she, as she had predicted. She only had to keep it at bay long enough to run...