Vert found herself flying at the figure now, however her fist closed and instead she just slammed into him. She fell backwards after the hit and her legs at this point were failing her. They were shaking too much from the shear terror of this figure and his commands. Her eyes went wide, this could be one of the warlocks generals for all she knew, or it could be something worse.

Vert looked back at the others, she couldn't help them anymore and at this point started to try and crawl away unable to use her legs, she didn't want to be anywhere near this creature. She was afraid that if it commanded her to do any kind of harm on them then she would have no choice but to follow any kind of orders, though how she interpreted them was up to her.