Sinora Aurelis, slowly staggered forward, to the last of the cursed. Her left arm had gone completely numb, and so she'd dropped one of her twin blades, onto the ground. Ah well, wasn't like she'd ever use them again. She stumbled forward, and weakly raised her sword, to stab the large demon in front of her. It all was very pathetic from her perspective. She was leaning up against the demon, and scraped him with her blade repetitively, unable to cut threw his thick hide. She'd spent what seemed like a eternity, cutting down the small legion of cursed, but it truth, it could only have been a couple of moments. It most have seemed rather frightening from their perspective, as their numbers vanished, right before their eyes. She wondered if they could notice when she'd slowed down, when her cuts suddenly became rugged, and sloppy. Finally, her blade cut threw the demons hide, and with her last strength, she drove her sword into the foul beasts heart. There a quick surge of pain, orientating from her heart, before she fell back against the ground.<br/><br/>She couldn't recall much after that, there were a blinding light, and a indescribable warmth filling her. Wherever she were, she was happy.<br/><br/>Then she was suddenly pulled out of that happiness. Her eyes flew open, as she gasped desperately for air. Everything was such a blur, she could see figures, but no clear indication of what they might be. "Cursed!" She thought to herself. Her mind rewinded to moments before her supposed death. She most have missed some of them, and now, they most have taken her to their master, but they had been sloppy. They'd not tied her down, or indeed restrained her in anyway. Certainly odd, but she were in no position to question it. She leapt out of her casket, and with her magic, rushed down the hall. She'd not gotten far though, before her legs gave out. With a loud thud, followed by a high shriek of pain, as her muscles contracted from the strain, she crashed down on the cold, stone floor.