Niola screamed loudly, yet she knew no one could hear her. A larger gash was placed on her body, around the bend of her stomach. Still, despite the fact that Niola was in unimaginable pain, there was nothing she could do. Even if she had been a healer, there was no way for her to reach the sections of her body which ached so badly. Trying to track the cause of her pain, Niola heard the grunts coming from Cyr as he sliced into the largest and main tornado that had been released from her voice, which guided the wind into battle. Tears that could not be shed clung to the inside of Niola's soul. She cursed God, as well as her inefficiency to withstand the subconscious state she now was stuck in.
"I wish...I cah...could......h-h-el-p...th-em...st-...op...this!" Weariness was yanking at Niola, attempting to keep her in a state of slumber. The noises she heard so clearly before were now blurring, and Cyr sounded somewhat muffled. A slight smile tried to form on Niola's lips, yet she knew it was futile.
"...Pathetic..."
Suddenly, the sound of Cyr's voice grew louder, and a message was given to her. Although she could not respond, Niola felt grateful that he was trying to rescue her. At the same time, her mind wondered if he mistook her for someone else. After all, no one would try so hard on their own to save someone that might have killed so many. Still, the barrier which kept her hostage was breaking, and Niola could sense freedom coming. At the same time, her wounds were growing worse and worse...
((OOC: Attack the barrier, not the tornado! ._. I know I said I wanted to present a challange, but I do not want my character to die in the process! ;-;
EDIT: Oh...you were...))
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Nurarihyon no Mago! 
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Inpa: "...I got your mask already, look! Isn't it pretty?”
Balthazar: ”Urgh.. !! It's pink..”
Inpa: ”Oh please, it's called being metrosexual!..."
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-- farag0n; Tales of Amn
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