She could see already that things were going horribly, horribly wrong. She didn't know what she wanted to do. She was trying her best but the moment she saw one of her comrades killed, stabbed and another she was pretty sure was not alive right now.

She slowly started to physically shake, she was seeing everything fall apart in front of her and it didn't help that all she could see was the crystalline figure of her mother edging closer and closer to her.

She couldn't moved, she couldn't do anything as they got closer. She was in her own world. Maybe she should just accept it and just let her death happen, even if deep down her sister would want her to fight. In fact Blooms voice was telling her to not believe that figure, fight and at least help.

That was enough to snap her out of it long enough to move just as one figure slashed at her on the side. All she could do was see who was left and see what she could do. Although that this moment in time she felt like fighting would just lead to them all dying right now.

"Guys... whose left? I think the mission has failed, we can't hold them off any more."