Moira
Moira could literally see the moment that she had been assessed and the demonic cultivator lost most of their fear for her. If she wanted to continue to stall him using intimidation, then she would need to use something more. So, she conjured her old friend, flame, and held it in such a way so her shadow was cast on the wall behind her. Except, the shadow looked nothing like one that had been cast by a small 14 year old girl, and a lot like one that had been cast by a great and terrible monster. At the same time, her eyes flickered with an indescribable light before glowing pure white, while a previously invisible birthmark in the exact shape of the symbol of the Warrior lit up on her left temple.
She could see the hesitation flash across his face, but unfortunately, this too was ineffective after he took a moment to gather his thoughts. However, it was at least effective at causing him to forget about pursuing Sarah and turn his thoughts towards her own person. Whether or not this was a good thing remained to be seen.
He began stalking towards her, and for the first time in many years, she felt a small frisson of an unfamiliar sensation skitter up her spine. Unconsciously, she took a step backwards, and she would continue to do so as he advanced until her back was pressed up against the wall. Finally, she recognized this feeling. Fear. Fear for herself, not for anyone else. The flame in her hand intensified and condensed until she launched it at the intruder, and he took the full brunt of the impact on his chest. His robes partially burned away and his chest had minor scorch marks, but as the old adage said, if you are leaving scorch marks you need more firepower.
Except Moira didn't have more firepower. She could throw maybe 2 or 3 more fireballs of that size, and then her mana pool would be extinguished. The best she could do was use more elements at once. However, at her current cultivation base, at most she could use 2. So she infused holy energy into the next fireball, and when it condensed, it was made of the sacred flames of judgment, which would do additional damage to the wicked. It glowed orange and white like it was a ghostly flame, and when it impacted the rogue cultivator, it left a deeper impact, more severe burns, and caused him to cough up blood.
However, he shrugged off her attack, which sadly was still limited to the very first level of novice basic cultivation, and when he looked at her again, there was a lot of rage in his eyes where before there had been a sort of urbane amusement mixed with a perverse desire.
"I was going to take you and the other witch as my cauldron's, which would have been a great honor for one such as you, but now I will be draining you of your cultivation right now, and then throwing your body to wild dogs!" The cultivator said this in a strange language that was somewhat reminiscent of mandarin but also completely different at the same time.
"You are the one who invaded my home uninvited, you should expect a violent response upon doing so." Moira replied coolly in the same tongue.
"I like the fire within you, perhaps if you can still show me that same fire when I have finished with you, then I will take you as my cultivation resource all the same." The cultivator replied. "You have only yourself to blame for lacking the strength to defend your own home. Now, you yourself will be the forfeit!"
Moira privately thought to herself that his original plan of killing her and disposing of the body was much better for his future health than where his mind was going now. If she was still alive, then Yulia could track her down, and that would not go well for anybody.
While her mind was briefly distracted, he appeared directly before her, and moments later her cotton t-shirt was lying shredded on the ground, leaving her standing there in only her jeans, boots, and sadly tiny sports bra.
Rather than allowing things to progress any further than they already had, she kneed him between the legs with all the force she could muster, sending a burst of elemental power attuned to ice alongside the impact. The impact was accompanied by a loud whoosh of air from his lungs and a suspicious cracking noise. He fell to his knees and clutched his crotch in pain, but to his credit he swiftly recovered despite the frost covering that region and he grabbed her by the throat and pinned her against the wall dangling at head height.
"You have just delayed things, that is all." He growled in her ears. "By the end of this, you will be begging for the main event and death just like all the others."
Moira had only begged for anything twice in her life, and one of those was begging her wife not to leave her when they were not yet married. She was far more interested in the "others" this man was speaking of. The white glow in her eyes only intensified, until it looked like they were twin orbs of divine fire as she became lost in her rage at the injustice.
Before she could react, the demonic cultivator had slammed her head back against the wall with enough force to make her gasp aloud as her vision filled with stars. While her mouth was still open, he slammed his own against her, violating her lips roughly and even biting them like an animal.
This went on for a long enough time that Moira had recovered her senses enough to try fighting back, but he soon caught both of her arms overhead in one of his in a grip like iron while he pressed his body against hers to prevent her from getting any leverage or momentum with her legs. She struggled to the point that her wrists bruised along with her thighs, but she was not any closer to freeing herself.
Eventually, she realized that he was slowly drawing her spiritual qi out of her body through her lips, and she did the only thing she could think of in retaliation. Her own teeth sank deep into his lips, much sharper and more powerful than he had assumed she could bring to bear with her pitiful cultivation. Unfortunately for Moira, he liked rough play so this only goaded him on further.
More fortunately, her especially sharp canines began draining his blood and lifeforce out through his lips, slowly at first but picking up speed as time went on. Moira knew that he would knock her unconscious through qi deprivation before she could fully drain him, so in order to buy herself even more time, she began to cultivate right there against the wall. It took her a moment to recall the feeling that Gaia and Nyx had shown her, but when she did, she began sinking into that familiar feeling, while the strange and arrogant mantra drifted through her head. I am all things, and all things are within me.
At first, Moira didn't feel especially different. Then, suddenly, instead of just being a small girl, she was also the concrete at her back. She was the many weapons in this room, and the power trapped within them. In a strange way, she was also the man standing before her, and the steel structure surrounding this room. She expanded slowly, with each inch she moved away from the little girl that was also herself taking even more energy, but securing with it even more power.
Once the radius around her had expanded to around 100 feet, she was also the heavy steel blast door sealing off the stairwell from the rest of the house, the large bank of computers just a little too advanced for this time period across the hall, even the small reactors quietly generating power that was nearly unfathomable to the small girl she had been. For a brief moment, she had a thought that she knew came purely from the small girl, which was [good. Sarah escaped after all.] Then she was completely lost in her cultivation. She recognized dimly that rather than directly absorbing spiritual qi in this fashion, she was forming connections with the world, and maybe one day the universe around her which would slowly absorb qi for her. The more connections, the faster this process would be.
In what seemed to be no time at all to her, she had fully enveloped this house, including a little boy obliviously playing a strangely simplistic wargame on his phone lying in bed, as well as her terrarium and her gardens. She could feel that some of the things in her garden didn't especially want to be one with her, but she stubbornly formed the connections anyways, even though the nightshade and wolfsbane hurt even her spiritual self.
Then she was more than just the house, and she expanded to encompass the bedrock deep beneath them, the forests just a relatively brief walk from this house, and the snow piling up everywhere and on everything. Soon enough, her expansion had caught up to a young girl crying and sniffling as she ran for all she was worth, shouting someone's name. Some time after, it also caught up with a woman who somehow represented more power in each of her cells than any one of those reactors. She was carrying a small girl on her back, and for whatever reason, Moira formed the connections with both her and that girl with startling ease.
The her that was the large winged woman was quite a distance away, but she was clearly moving to intercept the her that was merely a small, frightened, twelve year old witch with rather alarming speed. Moira kept expanding, and when she was roughly 1 and a half miles out, she felt that she could not expand any further without doing harm to herself until she had strengthened her own foundations.
She returned to herself with ludicrous speed, and what seemed to be moments later, she was just a small girl being forced against a wall by a larger man. Except, now he was struggling, trying to pull away, but her teeth were firmly lodged within him and her arms had somehow found an inhuman strength to keep him held to her, and even as he moved away from the wall she came with him, easily supporting her body weight with the newfound strength within her.