Exorcism (For those sticking around after the rescue)
Okay. Going in front of the demon. Bad move. She hadn't been expecting that and she had let her guard down, let emotions cloud her mind, her judgment. Though this really didn't do anything to lessen her need to put her fist in that hell-bitch's face.
Stupid, fucking, telekinesis.
It was likely best to try and save oxygen and not struggle but rationality wasn't the best when you were being mentally choked to death! Though she did keep it to minimum, she tried her hardest to gasp out and not die ... like this. Andrea, luckily, did have faith (no pun intended) in Spike and Pike. She didn't think she was going to die. However, she really wasn't looking forward to a few more seconds of this either.
She would have let out a breath of relief when Pike started the Latin. Rather she gasped in quickly when she felt the hold slip.
She was released entirely when the demon was hurtled into to other room. Andrea managed not to fall into her knees - or flat on her face - by just balancing herself up on a fist, as another hand immediately went to her throat. She took a couple of seconds of gasping breaths before pushing herself up to her feet, propping herself against the wall. Andrea knew that if she tried to walk on her own immediately she'd get dizzy and then she would fall on her face. Nevertheless, there was no time to attempt to regain her breath. She'd do that by the time she reached the other room.
Rather than speaking she shot a thumbs up in the general direction of Spike and Pike, and made her way to the room.