She screamed as he yanked her up by the hair and her bare skin slammed into the tree. This was not at all fun! If she took to flight again, she'd go up as high as she could, just to be sure he couldn't follow. Except she was still worried about how the wound would translate. "Let me go!" she shouted, now hoping that drawing attention to her problem would free her of it. Maybe he didn't want to get caught. If he didn't want to kill her, then it meant waving that sword around was all for show. It had been effective in scaring her, but it wouldn't run her off now that she knew he wouldn't use it. "Help! Somebody help me!" It didn't matter that she'd been the one to kill Artus. At this point, he could take the blame.