[Sadrain]

November 29th, Chicago; Sewer #17.

The ball quivered, as if it had received a direct hit, at his words. Only thing that remained still was the shadow that had separated it self from the rest. The tentacle had retreated from Amante's body, but it was swaying dangerously close.

"Our mighty mistresss... she doth not perisssh so lightly. Take thou deceit elsssewhere." This Shadou, much older than the rest, had seen many masters come and go, and was not as gullible as the others, his mind having come back close to the state of a regular human. It was worried greatly, though, and wished that the mistress would let this being help her.

"Enough," Leila gasped. "Thank you, but enough." The shadows immediately retreated, to a form of shadowy tentacles, snaking around her, and that one Shadou, who knelt down next to the girl. She crawled back a little with its help, to rest her back against the wall and looked at the tall man from under her bangs. There were bags under her eyes and blood on her chin, and with her face paler than normally, it stood out very much.

Casually, she took out handkerchief and wiped blood, then drank a bit water. As Amante hadn't left, she sighed. "The 'enough' was directed at you, too. Just leave. You can't do anything about it. It's an old injury." The girl smoothly lied, looking in his eyes, not even a muscle on her face betraying her. "I am already better in any case."

Leila had let the shadow ball go only because she needed to move and inject medicine, but within it, it was rather hard. While the shadows gave her strength, they sometime limited the humanly actions.