Ana shifted nervously as the fog began to roll in, her feet planting widely on either side ofher as she lifted her sword. As each second passed Lauralana shifted, then thrashed more until she finally levered herself enough to roll to her side and begin trying to lift upwards.<br/><br/>Then a rolling mass of darkness seemed to blast through the elf woman suddenly, her breath stole from her and her already pallid face becoming just about translucent. Instinctively she ate into her fastly diminishing reserves to throw up a mental barrier around herself, trying to block out the jarring feeling, almost as if one was taking random jolts of lightening.<br/><br/>The pain served to renew her physical strength atleast, helping to shake the cobwebs from her mind. Even if she was still so tired that when she finally managed to stand she weaved and staggered, her green eyes sharp and alert pierce through the fog, eyeing the thing that was slowly, ever so slowly taking form.<br/><br/>"Holy gods above..." Lauralana swore slightly, whatever it was, it was stronger then any shadowspawn she had ever encountered, stronger then anything she had ever heard of being encountered by any living elf. "Hurry..get ...Get the Prince and Garreth..one chance..one chance..." She muttered over and over, her hands gripping the sides of the boat. She tried to gauge her energy, as Ana ran off on wobbly legs. Certainly enough to get one person, probably enough to get maybe two or three off the boat....no more then that...The rest will have to stay...but Tristan, Garrreth, and Ana had to get off the boat..