It's the dripping that wakes her, before anything else. A slow, inconstant plip-plop of droplets sliding down some overhang before breaking free to plunge into a stone floor. They almost echo, like there isn't anything around to absorb the sound.
She doesn't remember how she got here.
Wherever here is.
Elesse's mark continues flaring in time with the Breach, and a particular violent one breaks through her composure to make her stumble.
"I will be." She holds up her left hand and flexes it. "Though the pains grow worse."
One of the green streaks from the breach barrels down towards them. Elesse is barely able to pull them away from where it impacts like a small meteor, flattening a few small trees.
From out of the charred crater, a figure covered in thick purple rags extracts itself, emitting a palpable aura of menace.
"Stay behind me," Cassandra barks, drawing her sword and unlimbering her shield to close with the demon.
Elesse will do that. Though that doesn't mean she will be inactive. First, what can she feel about the shape of this presumptive-demon's mind?
It is... remarkably one-dimensional. It doesn't seem to possess the full range of desires and drives she would expect from a sapient, and the range of how it might express those desires and drives is similarly limited. She could not reasonably, for example, expect it to be amenable to or indeed capable of a negotiated surrender.
Well. That lends credence to what Cassandra has said about them previously. And makes her less conflicted about the violent solution.
There is a surfeit of debris in the region, thanks to the creature's arrival. Elesse lifts some with the Force and slams it into the back of the creature, knocking it off balance enough for Cassandra to deliver a killing blow.
"Yes. I apologize if that startled you, but you seem competent and I did not want to risk closing, unarmed as I am."
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