Erillia froze as she spotted the demons coming out of the treeline.  Her eyes scanned for a good escape route.  She knew their words were from the 'Master' who had rummaged through her memories, and intended to upset her.  She couldn't allow that to happen, no matter how it made her stomach lurch and her blood boil.<br/><br/>With no weapon and no real offensive magic, she knew she was in a tough spot.  So, once again, she turned and ran.  She headed sideways, not back towards the house, hoping that she could use the facades as cover.  She was quickly panting, partly from exertion, partly from the continued movement of the strap between her legs.