"You're getting cocky. You tried to jump me? And you thought that it would work?" Alaric laughed as he shook his head. He looked down at Melina. "I could snap your neck, but I bet that soul of yours is delicious."
Melina tried to struggle, but her strength was sapping. She weakly reached up toward him, managing to brush her forefinger against his forehead.
Alaric gave her a confused look before he coughed. He acted like he was wheezing, fighting for breath.
"What is this?" he gasped out, his grip on her loosening.
Melina slammed her hand against the arm holding her captive, knocking his grip completely loose so that she could jump away from him. She turned, lifting her hands to conjure up another spell, but Alaric was ready for her.
Alaric waved his hand, tossing her back into a wall.
The back of Melina's head struck the wall before she slumped to the ground, not moving.
