"Hey, I tried, but you wouldn't listen!" Her back was to him now as she was making her way down toward the mob. She had to stall them somehow, now that the moth boy knew what danger he was in. She could buy time for him to escape...
She heard a large thud and found him crumpled on the ground. Alarmed, she was about to head over to him when he started running down the wrong way!
"H-hey!" Sacora yelled after him, alarmed. She didn't want to have to, but she blocked his way with two outstretched arms, essentially letting him ram into her. "Where are you going? This way leads to the mob! I'm going down to them to stop them. You should run over there!" And she pointed in the opposite direction.
"And you shouldn't have interfered!"
Sacora yelped as a man with a dagger somehow emerged from the bushes and caught her wrist, pulling her backwards.
"Well, well, well, what do we have here?" the man smirked. "There he is--the monster." His eyes trained on Miersck with a cold, menacing glitter.
Sacora grimaced under the man's iron grip. "J-just run!" she stammered to the moth boy, before working her magic into the center of her palm for another fire blast.