IanThe170
Hit Me!
Lialeth Vianno
It seemed that Decimus and Lona were set on waiting until the very last moment. So Lielath tried her best to meet their expectations and it was going quite well, until she found herself horizontally after feeling a sharp pain and her feet giving out. It appeared the monster was much faster than she imagined based on their little chase thus far. She wondered if it was just taking it easy to see who was gonna be the slowest and waiting for the others to leave on their own. Though, this was probably not the best time for thinking about stuff.
She quickly looked backed and tried to asses the condition of her legs and... It was quite a nerve-wrecking sight. Blood gushing, her feet hanging somewhat limply on to her legs, despite the relatively shallow cuts. Despite this, she should still have some options, although, now with her legs slashed, it was a serious question of if she could even pull off her options.
Hope prevailed, even if temporarily, however. Crowley jumped out of the woodwork to assist, so it was good to see that it truly was on their side. It also meant that her earlier worries about Crowley's safety had now been realized and that it was not so safe anymore. Lialeth tried her best not to squander this opportunity that Crowley so generously gifted. Especially so, since this was all in an effort to help the girls.
So Lialeth tried her best to up from the floor by using the walls for balance. The first step of getting up was not too difficult, at least in comparison to her further attempts to move forward the best she could. Getting up some amount of momentum before jumping forwards, if one could even call that a jump, whilst shifting into her Gaseous state.
This was probably her best chance at escape here, as she hoped he could not just grab her in some way, while she was in her Gaseous state. And even if she did manage to get to the elevator, there was also some hope that most of her "mass" would be in the elevators before they shut the doors. Although, perhaps the elevator movement itself may pull some of her gas into the airflow as the elevator moves. she doubted such, but irrational optimism was certainly how she rolled.
