Dora raised a hand to her face from what she can see with her enhanced sight. It was a scary sight, well, both of them were. She looked at Dancer, wondering if she herself knew of the extent of her damage. She looked back at the man on his throne, wondering if he was the one who did that to her. Even if she knew many more charms, she doubted that she could fix what had happened to the poor girl.<br/><br/>"Oh gods..." She said, starting to weigh her options. She was down a good deal of motes, and her style of fighting lent itself better to fighting one opponent at a time, not four, or five on one. Dancer was in no condition to walk out, and even if she got her out, that mark would need to go. The trick was, how to get her out of here. How to defeat those opponents in front of her...<br/><br/>She began to calm her mind, trying to ready herself for the fight to come.