The first of the strikes caught Lauralana by surprised, the air in her lungs whooshed from her lips in a loud grunt, leaving her gasping noisily. The second strike sent pain shrieking through her, but she had no air left to cry out, instead she hung wheezing, the wieght of her body tugging painfully upon her nail-pierced palms.<br/><br/>For a long moment there was no sound but the elf's valiant attempts at breath, looking and sounding much like the fish stranded upon a dry bank. Even as her head is forced upwards by the spike, she struggled to gain enough breath to speak, to tell the filthy spawn that even a mere vessel that could bear his children was worth more to him then she was...but she could do nothing but glare and sputter.<br/><br/>Even after she left, the elf managed to gain her foooting so that she no longer hung so painfully from her palms, though she continued to gasp. Her cheeks and her belly sported bruises from her physical altercations with Halae, blood had flowed so readily crusted and adorned her body, but thankfully -or unfortunately- the bleeding slowed to not be a danger of death. Her shoulders already started to ache from the forced spread position, and her head hung forward, trying without success to ignore the constant flame in her nose, thanks to the ring.