Silent tears slipped from Lauralana's eyes, her lids closing against the sight of the spawn, but also that of Ana. She had meant to destroy the body, freeing the soul and keeping atleast that many more Spawn from being borne, instead she had sentanced her loyal squire to a miserable existance. "Her body might have been peaceful, but her soul is in agony." Lauralana spit out, even as she is hauled to upwards, a harsh grunt is emitted even as her back impacted the wall.<br/><br/>Summoning her strength, the elf let her weight hang from Halae's hands, relief flooding her that there was still a chance that Tristan would make it out. As long as she kept Halae's attention, then all he had to do was outrun orcs, and not magic. As her weight slams down, the spawn's strength surprising as she was kept aloft, Lauralana lashed out with her legs, trying to connect wtih Helae's soft middle, her knees anything she could.