Hannah heard him swear and felt a brief since of pride in her accomplishment. It served him right. She didn’t dare look back to see if and how exactly he was injured, instead knocking down a lamp behind her as she ran. She could always replace that later, but maybe the broken bits of glass would slow him down.
The first spell missed. Hannah ducked when she heard him begin to shout before attempting to reach the door once again. The blonde wasn’t quite as lucky when he sent the second spell though. She had been pulling the door open, her nervous state slowing her down as she struggled briefly with the latch. She finally managed it when she felt the pain. It was worse than anything she had ever felt before, and her legs quickly gave way causing her to collapse to the ground, the side of her head hitting the door handle as she went down. The latter she didn’t notice, she wasn’t even sure if she was screaming or how long the spell had been on her. But when it finally lifted, Hannah could feel her body shaking and her head throbbing. She didn’t think she could move, and right then would have been a really good time for a Knight to come in and rescue her on his white horse.