Downtown: fire and blood and games, oh my!
>"I'm here, aren't I?"
“Looks that way,” she responded, frowning a little, almost like trying to see through him, see inside him, see if he was really here. He was, but he didn’t have to be. She knew he was fast - he’d practically blown into the room, after all, almost like appearing, magic, poof, surprise! Maybe he’d be gone in a second. But he didn’t look like he was planning on leaving, not yet. He had that whole hero thing going on, strong and brave and she wanted so much to tear this one open and see how brave he would be then, blood and guts spilling out all over.
Her former plaything was forgotten completely, now. This one was much better. Shiny new toy.
And then he’s saying those words, Latin exorcism and she flinched in pain at the jarring sensation of her being trying to separate from this body she’d claimed. “No,” she growled, real voice and Jaina's voice blending into something strange, something inhuman, eyes going black, gritting her teeth, throwing out a hand, lightning and a sharp push, a shocking shockwave, a panic-driven attempt to distract him. It just had to be long enough to get away, that was all.
He’d catch her, though. He was fast, he’d blown in here like he was the wind, she’d never outrun him. Even as great as this body was, Jaina wasn’t inhumanly fast. The only escape she would have would be killing him, or leaving the body behind... and the latter was only a last resort.