The smoke began to clear slowly, and there she stood.
Her body trembled slightly and she coughed hard, spitting blood onto the floor.
Rose's chains of darkness still wrapped around her, she had fresh burns on her clothes on top of the wounds she was already carrying, and a trail of blood ran from her temple down to her jaw.
But she was standing.
'This has to be a joke…' Mark thought, incredulous.
Then the nun flexed her arms in one sharp motion to break her restraints.
The sound the chains made as they snapped was like shattering glass.
The links of darkness fragmented into pieces that dissolved in the air before touching the ground, and the purple energy wrapped around them went dark.
Rose, who still had her hands outstretched channeling the spell, opened her eyes wide.
'She broke my chains… with pure brute force?'
The nun turned her head toward where Rose was standing and launched herself directly at her.
There was no warning.
