Blythe had been mostly quiet between the hours of six and eight o'clock, apart from some incoherent rants in her demon tongue and moments of excruciating anxiety where she acted like a cat locked in a cage. But throughout those two hours, she'd secretly been doing more. Every five minutes, for thirty seconds at a time, she would mutter her matchstick spell under her breath and burn through her bindings with her fingers. Little by little, they began to snap apart, but she couldn't allow the spell to last too long, as the burnt rope would leave a smell.
She had it mostly under control - Kain and Alessa hadn't reacted as they had in the beginning and were actually doing well, to her dismay. But as soon as Morana stepped out into the hall, a new scent drifted across Blythe's path. She lifted her head and she groaned. New blood. She could smell new blood. One of the ropes around her wrists twisted apart at that moment, and they slid to the floor. The timing was brilliant.
Blythe knew Morana couldn't defend herself as well as Alessa or Kain could - she would almost be as delectably easy as Ryuzaki, and Blythe had four hours to spare! The girl's flesh and blood were calling her. She had to act. Unfortunately, she was long past cunning and now prepared to get physical. She stood up sharply, grabbed the chair by the back, and flung it at Kain, who was across the room. Blythe couldn't fight him off if she tried. But if Alessa came to attack her in the midst of bolting to the door, it was a fairer fight.