Artemis was still smirking as Elias pulled her away, looking down at Max as he punched the floor. The breath was driven from her lungs as Elias shoved her against the wall, but before she had a chance to draw another, to come up with a smart reply, she felt fingers fisting in her hair. Already woozy, the blow against the wall was more than enough to knock her unconscious. She slumped in his grip, her breathing soft and even, blood trickling down from nose. This time, she wasn't faking.