They were trapped.


The Sylph was alone, faced against a locked and broken cage with no key.

With the very thing she normally fights to obtain nowhere in sight, she went with using alternative methods. She had all the seemingly correct tools for the job, all the raw strength required to bring this unholy block of tetanus back down to a microscopic level, and yet none of them worked on the old rusted holding cell.

Her time was almost up, and there was only one thing that she could think of left that she could try at this point. The only problem was that she didn’t have it with her, she left it outside in the mad dash to finish what she started.

She had no alternative this time, she needed his help. She yelled and screamed and pleaded for something she never wanted.