It all happened so quickly, Elizabeth watched as Flint quickly took out the last three gargoyles. She watched as he turned his attack to the Mystic, her eyes widen as the woman turned the weapon back on him, before she had the chance to scream, it had suddenly changed coarse again and somehow found it's way right into her chest. Elizabeth didn't even have a chance to react, the searing pain coursing through her chest, she reached up, fingers feeling the blood slowly seeping from the wound. She fell to her knees, her eyes wide as Flint scooped her up and quickly carried her out of the tipi. "Fl-flint," She murmured, her voice barely above a whisper. Fear was clear in her voice, tears stinging at her eyes, as she looked up at him. "I-I don't want to die," She whimpered quietly, dark spots dancing in her vision, starting to pass out from the combination of pain and blood loss.