...soon I know, I'll wake...

-The drow winced and rolled over, gripping the wound tightly with a hand as she peered out through the bush, catching sight of Anna landing a good swift punch to the face of Ataylia laying upon the ground. There was something...familiar, and then she was gone. Long ears lay flat against her head as amber eyes shot this way and that, looking for any kind of heat signature, but only catching sight of Anna's and Ulrich's slowly diminishing form.

She grunted, and attempted to sit up straight...her head spinning from the movement, but still she managed.-

"Anna! She's gone..."

-Of course, Anna would've figured this out by now, she was just confirming it in her addled mind. This was when she first actually got a good look at Ulrich-

"...nau."

-and she attempted this time to stand..placing a hand upon a tree to steady herself, spilling out curse after curse in drowic as she started to stumble towards that spot-