[She feels the whip first, tightening around her sword arm. She growls, more through frustration than any sort of pain. Eyes are burning through Aradia at this point, and she can't help but wish she could mind control her now.
In fact, a hand is raising up to her temple, and--
No! Not needles! She's weaving backward, a swift attempt to remove herself from the oncoming Lalonde... and straight into a side swipe from a very heavy orb.
She hears a faint cracking in her ears and she groans terribly from the feeling of what is quite possibly her ribs being cracked. She's stepping back now, attempting to struggle away from Aradia, reeling from the effects of the others.]
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In fact, a hand is raising up to her temple, and--
No! Not needles! She's weaving backward, a swift attempt to remove herself from the oncoming Lalonde... and straight into a side swipe from a very heavy orb.
She hears a faint cracking in her ears and she groans terribly from the feeling of what is quite possibly her ribs being cracked. She's stepping back now, attempting to struggle away from Aradia, reeling from the effects of the others.]