[center][b]Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon[/b][/center]

[u]Emily[/u]

She waited for her request of Diane to happen, her mind forced her body to keep the edginess within her from showing. From the corner of her eye there was a flicker of orange and yellow, followed by a swoosh sound as Vignar breathed fire into Steve's form. The beast let out a ear piercing shriek when the flames licked up its skin, the spikes melted to give a slight glossy gleam before it released it's hold. Emily felt part of her fear ease off her mind. At least until Vignar's eyes settled upon her, her neck hair rose in a familiar sensation and her throat dried in nervousness. 

She couldn't break her stare upon Valor, her choice set in her mind. If she had turned, she was certain the man would see the emotional cocktail stirring inside her and he would hesitate. Hell, her own risk to do so was growing with each passing moment. 

'You're out of time...'

Cerberus's words, far more vicious sounded then they were meant to be, echoed in her head and interrupted her thoughts as Eight moved. Everything seemed to happen in slow motion. Her mind ticked at adrenaline induced speed, her eyes too busy absorbing the scene to realize her own feet stirred into action.The small, childish spirit lifted her crossbow upwards and shoot. One or two arrows managed to ding off Valor's armor before he raised Fran to shield him, a few more arrows thumped softly into her stomach like a pin cushion. Meanwhile Emily's dagger had already wisp into existence within her right hand. Quickly her feet had swallowed up the distance just when Valor rose Fran into the air, ready to bash her fragile body into her very own trap and make good on his threat. 

Impulsively Emily struck her dagger out at Valor's visor, where the armor looked weaker from Diane's earlier attack, with as much force as she could muster. If it sink in and embedded, she would abrupt twist leaving it sticking out from the skull front and into the brain, killing Sean. If that happened, it would end Steve's threat as well. Whether her dagger's aim was successful or not, her body still continued to pull around to Fran's form was about to smash into. Silently Emily braced herself, eyes closed and jaw tightened to muffle to umph of pain, as she made soften the woman's impact and prevent farther damage.