The way the silence was shattered by the domed shield being broken sent Yrsula into action once more - but this would be the last thing she knew she could muster. After that, it would be up to Azier to pull the boat from the sea.
With one last, tired hit - she slammed her hand once more against the shield sigil and slumped over to the side as she felt the heavy, warm blanket of exhaustion wrapped around her.
Although she wasn't completely passed out, she couldn't move. It felt like one of those nightmares she had where she couldn't move - but felt aware of everything.
Now it had just come to life in a horrid reality that she couldn't escape. With even less to give than last time, she knew it wouldn't last long.
Where was Azier? Had he gotten lost in a frenzy again? Had he forgotten that the ship being safe was more important than the fight he must have been in.
