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Evelyn's eyes widened as the dagger in her hand shattered, the minuscule remnants slipping between her fingers onto to the dirt floor. Not a moment later, she found herself being flung across the room into the wall, the impact letting out a loud cracking noise. As she slid down to the floor, a sharp pain shot through her left shoulder. Gently prodding it with her unharmed arm, it only took a moment for her to realize it was dislocated. Though she would have liked to take a moment, she had no time to waste. Popping it back into place, Evelyn let out a gasp.
Attempting to get back to her feet, hand still cradling her injured. The monster noticed her though, and he flung her back into the wall. "Son of a bitch." She had been careful to lock the door, and she had the only key. There was no way a hunter would open the door from the outside unless she specifically requested them to, Hunters were prideful people. Help wasn't offered unless requested under most circumstances. Charging in now would be an insult, her father would have anyone who did's head on a stick. Clearly the senseless monstrosity standing before her was too dense to realize this, as he had made no attempt to retrieve the key.
Panic descended upon Evelyn, as she discovered she wasn't able to move. She had never been in a situation like this before, she had always been with the rest of the company. Most captured witches had given up, losing the will to fight, simply sitting in their chair allowing the hunter to manipulate them with little to no resistance. She had been prepared for hundreds of possible scenarios, but this was never one of them. The hunters knew very little about dark witches, this would be valuable information to have about them, if she could get out of this alive that is. The realization that this monstrosity was likely going to kill her finally dawned on her, she had always been confident in her abilities, but now she was beginning to doubt herself. The alarm was just a few feet away, if only she could move she could ring it, signaling to the others she needed help. With nothing left to lose, Evelyn did something she had never done before. She screamed.
Three hunters burst through the door, Cedric, Johnathan, and Jacob, all wielding swords. They scanned the room for Evelyn, who gave them a curt nod. Wasting no time, they lunged towards the witch, weapons raised. Their eyes ablaze with blood lust so strong you could sense it from a mile away.