"No-J-" Waste of words. Why would the Emotionless demon cared for these people? Why did she think for a second he cared? There were more immediate problems before her, though. maybe, if she can render them unconscious, she could save them from the other's monstrous ways? It was how she justified striking a bit harder, breaking a few more bones, as she continuously used her spells to drain them. Still, the hoard of followers flowed like a river of wild animals, attempting to maim her with their bare claws and fangs. It was becoming more and more difficult to maintain her position and retain her restraint. Soon, palm strikes and knock out blows were not enough and the space she attempted to maintain became smaller and smaller. Before long blows began to land, scratches and bruises following. One man managed to slide his forearm around her neck in a choke hold. In realization her hold had been compromised she struck the man in the rib, perhaps a bit too hard, breaking enough ribs to probably need immediate medical attention, and throwing him off her. In the heat of the moment, she almost forgot about Sasha who was in pursuit by three other crazed villagers. There was no time to think. She leaped in the air, slicing threw it like butter, in the direction of the three men attempting to do harm at towards sasha.
Mid air, she thrusts her palm forward, releasing three beams of energy which struck the three men and enveloped them. The indigo magic stopped them in their tracks, as if stunned by the strike, but that wasn't it. No, they simply could not input the energy to take another step; it was being sapped away too fast. Like, timelapse, within seconds of impact, they wrinkled horribly before falling to the ground with a thud, lifeless. She PK rolled from her leap and raced towards the men, rushing to their aid in vain.
She lost restraint and they were dead because of it, or at least so she thought. In horror, the sound drowning out around her, screams becoming muffles and blades cutting through bone become dull crunches, like a panorama, she panned her eyes helplessly around the men and women attacking them. They were here to kill. She turned at Dolor, slashing away at those human beings mercilessly, blood pooling around him, guts, flaying. He was willing to kill if he must. She looked at her hands, glowing with magic, but without a single drop of blood. Her heart was beating mercilessly out her chest. She knew deep down she could not protect these people. She and her party were not going to make it out alive if she did not give all she had to give. She somberly looked back up at the crowd rushing towards her.
She took a step back and crossed her arms, her hands like fans. She wanted to cry. instead she cringed, letting out a battle scream, as she uncrossed her arms swiftly, releasing a slice of horizontal energy. It would slice through the first two rows of villagers, essentially, decapitating them, and critically injuring the row behind. With hands like blades, she continued slicing as they came, draining them with little restraint.
'They have families...', she thought to herself.
She pierced a woman's heart.
'Maybe even children...oh god.'
She tossed the limp woman at another. A man grabbed her arm, and his hand immediately exploded with purple spikes.
'What am I doing? Someone stop me.'
She stuck the man in the kneecap, shattering it beyond repair. Then set him aflame.
'Why can't I stop?'
She continued her massacre, mercilessly spilling blood. Drenched. Sullied.
'...just kill me...'
Of course she would not allow such things to happen. She did not want to die. She can't die yet. She had to much to finish in this world. She may not realize it now, but this. This happening right now.
Is her will to Live.
It was in this moment the Admiral partially snatched her from her trance.
The gurgled voice was startling to hear, at least enough to pull her attention. But it brought her to realization that Lunara was in harms way. The poor mage, rattled with shell shock, was shook, racked with adrenaline, and still cannot quite hear the world around her, but she still somehow managed to yell out for Lunara as the Tentacle reached for her. She couldn't even hear herself. She felt so hopeless. Nothing made sense. She just has to survive.
The tentacle did not strike the small fae, thank god, but it showed no signs of stopping as it hurled itself towards the others including herself. It was all a blur to her now.
"Doka Targaria!" She yelled reflexively, whisking her blood in the air as she wafted her hands. A rectangular transparent shield placed itself in front of her. The tentacle would impact the wall and because of this spell's unique properties, would reflect the tentacle back wildly with twice the strength, potentially whipping several zombie villagers in its path.
She had not noticed the men and women seemingly coming from the grave,or that there was a tentacle reeling its way towards Sasha and Dolor, though she could assume that Dolor could handle it, well, maybe she would have if she were not...like this. She couldn't think too clearly at all actually. No one else around really mattered right now. She just needs to survive. She needs to survive.
So she needs to kill them all.