As the bullets ripped past overhead and Luke drew his blood, she looked around in a panic. "No..." She whimpered. Past began to melt into the present. The screams...the children! Not the children! "Not the children, please no!" She cried, holding her heads. Does history really repeat itself? Children, victims of war, were taken in by her then. And they died. The same was happening now. She entered a fetal position. "No!" She cried. If they were shooting here, that means they were in the house. The entrance ro the dojo was right next to the staircase for the cellar and bar area. "The kids..." She sobbed, the past and present mixing into an emotional rollercoaster. She closed her eyes, attemtping to teleport upstairs, but she spawned a few feet away in a massive shockwave, knocking Luke off his feet and causing the ground to crack. "I...I..." She began. She tried again, but the same thing happened. She screamed, disappearing and reappearing all over the room in a flurry of destruction. She stood, stumbling. It wasn't because of the drinks. It was her emotions, effecting her reality with her magic. Where she was and whwre she intended to teleport were getting mixed. She stumbled around the corner and a light blinded her. Before her stood a line of well outfitted soldiers, automatic weapons aimed at her.<br/><br/>She raised a hand against the light, finally seeing the soldiers before her. She turned to Luke, her eyes filled with tears. "Luke, I-" She was stopped by a flurry of gunfire that crashed into her chest, most of the bullets missing, but a large number tearing through her violent, ribbons of blood being sent through the air. Her body jerked to and fro, some bullets passing all the way through her flesh. The firing ceased and she fell to her knees, toppling over on her side, facing Luke. Her body shook in pain and her body struggled for air in terrifying gasps. Blood spilled from her mouth as she lay in a pool of her own blood.