I feel my mishap, i feel her intent and her uncontrolled power. The anger in her eyes, welling, strong enough to unseat me if i slip up just a bit more, or once more tonight. "Not on my watch." I growl, careful, muscles straining and arms shaking as i express control far greater than i've ever felt. For the first time i feel my demons power and my own mind working as one. "Sorry, love, can't let you do this." I whisper, spurs on my knees pushing through my pants to dig into her thighs. I risk fatal wounds, as her femeral artery is directly beneath me, but i trust in the wolf and adrenaline in Ysabel to take care of that. Replacing my knee cautiously, and sporting several new cuts and bruises, i regain my position. But already i'm exhausted, and realizing she might be right, this might be the begining if bloodshed. And then a thought occurs to me. ALEXANDRA! I think desperately. She's heard my thoughts before, i'm sure of it, she's a dryad. And she's with Arthur, she can get help. Please... I think unsurely. She must feel my distress, she must sense how close i am to collapsing.