Faeron stopped attacking, her eyes glued to the now fading Karen and the crying Bacchus. She spit a curse, now furious at the boss. Karen was gone.. just like that. Her fingers trembled as she gripped her spear, and that was when she realized that she was actually scared. She had never come so close to death itself...would she die just like the others? No. The girl grit her teeth, digging her heels onto the ground as she sprinted towards the boss. She wasn't going to let some jack-ass and his selfish crazy desires rule over her actions. Faeron jumped up, grabbing her spear with both hands as she landed another piercing blow against the boss, ignoring the heat and the mental pain.