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Before she was able to do anything for Fox, she realized that it was not her hand on his forehead that felt hot, but the one holding the black orb. Both confused and grateful when it shot out of her hand, she immediately felt regret for it having sprung to life. Unable to react, it moved into her head and started to wreak havoc on her brain meats. Falling to the floor, writhing in pain at first, she curled up, holding her hands against either side of her head, crying in pain. She knew it was likely futile to say anything, but she called out on instinct several times; "STOP!"

The orb grew harder and harder to an almost unbreakable point where it was ready to shatter her brain into pieces but someone would not have that. That someone was Yawgmoth. The pain began to ease inside of Ziven's head as the seven streams of black mana that had entered began to leave all of them following the same path to Yawgmoth's palm who stood leaning in the door way coming up from Crow's dungeon. The streams gathered themselves into the same small orb when he crushed with his mighty hands the black mana bursting into the air before fading away. Yawgmoth shook his head. "And here we were really hoping, that for once" He said walking closer to her. "You wouldn't disappoint us."

She could barely think, barely hear after the pain. Slowly she recognized that it was no longer there, that it had left, but her head was still aching. Taking a few shuddering breaths, still curled on the floor, she opened her eyes to see a familiar pair of boots. Trembling slightly, she wished he would not make her feel bad but knew it would come. She did not even know what she had done to cause this or even if she were responsible for it having happened. Not wanting to stir things up more, she lay there until she felt ready to move again. Seeing Fox's hand twitch gave her hope, and she sat up and moved nearer to him, still feeling miserable.

" You.....you, " Fox spock even thow it was a full sentence. His arm moved slowly over to his stumic resting there. He was not one to quit even more so when Yawgmoth was around him. Teh boy's chest trobed as he tryed to move up he wanted to sit up like normel. He tryed and tryed only moving that of a inch.

I walked in.. being a little bit sad.. but she stíll walked as usually.

HE said nothing right away he was determind to make it to the seating pozishon. His body trobed and tryed to force him back down as he was lieing there. " I.......need, you for something. " He said even thow he did not want to say it needing someone was not normel for him to ask but this he was not going to hide was something difrent. Once he got up right the best that he could his face was only 1/2 there. Claw marks tore in to his chest like a wolf would his pray. The black icker that filled his body driping from his resont movement .

Trying to help him up, she realized he was trying to move too fast. His wounds tore open again, he was not well at all. She felt as if she were going to cry again, but tried to be strong. Placing her hands over where he was bleeding, she tried healing him again, the only thing she felt she could do for him at the moment. "Please, what is it?"

"Shut up woman" Yawgmoth snapped when Ziven had some sort of request for fox. Yawgmoth wanted to see Fox prove himself just as much as Fox wanted to prove himself. "For what?" Yawgmoth asked with a vile grin showing his gleaming white sharp ended teeth that glinted in the light