The strike was true, and a hand instinctively went to her throat, catching the fake darkness that fell as she was gasping on words before she felt the healing powers of the darkness within her begin to mend. But she was in a state of panic for other reasons- for mortal blades could not simply kill her-
No, she was in a frenzy now because of something else-
and a hand shot out and slammed into his chest, with a force of a whirl wind to knock him off of her- buying her enough time so that her throat could fully heal as she coughed-
and when she was free, she only laughed, a dark, musical noise that filled the winds between them.