She struck at him and the wall itself flexed, reaching out and grabbing her, pinning her and holding her, pulling her in. Stopping her from moving and holding her in place, encased in stone and Vega felt it wrapping around the skin of her arm in the same way that, back in Scalvoris, the earth had reached out and pulled her in. Then, there was Arlo and Vega looked up, wildly. Her eyes were pure, solid black - the colour of fear for her. Tears ran down her face and she was pulling, tugging, "Arlo!"
She was just this side of hysteria, almost fully in the grip of terror.
It was all so similar. She'd been burned, tied up, drugged and now, the earth around her was pulling her in. Sharp, splintering pain shot through her legs in an entirely psychosomatic response to the situation. Up till now, she'd kept going on adrenaline and fear, but this was too much for her and she felt her whole body start to shake in physical response to the memories and the circumstances now, all mingling together. "Not again, no... no... gerroff!"
She pulled, twisted her arm frantically and she didn't hear or see the alchemist, pretty much from the moment the earth (as she experienced it) reached out and grabbed her once more.
All she managed to achieve was to rip and tear the skin on her hand and wrist and she was tugging, pulling and sobbing. "Not again, I can't. Please... gerroff! Get it OFF!"
The young woman felt herself descending into hysteria, her legs were on fire with pain, her arm was being pulled into the wall and then, there was Arlo. Just the sight of him was enough to calm her a little, but the situation was dire and she knew that he was panicked too, just by the look on his face. That caused her to look around and to see the noxious fumes as they started to creep towards them.
He wouldn't leave. She knew that. If she begged him, he wouldn't leave. He wouldn't do it and Vega Lei'nox was thrice damned if she was going to let him watch her die again. Not again, not ever
again. So, she gulped in her terror and she more or less barked at Vivian. "Get her, get out. We'll get me out. The authorities need to know and she needs to be questioned. Now, GO!"
Rharne needed her and Vega thought that would be the right thing for getting Vivian, and the false knight, out of here.
Once she'd said that, however, Vega's attention turned entirely to Arlo. They didn't have time for her to say what she wanted to say - but looking at him, she knew that he had no out for her, no snazzy miracle to pull out of his hat and so Vega looked at him with her solid black eyes and she did her best to smile.
, always. Don't look, please don't look. Help me pull it out?"
Then, she leaned forward and took the sword out of her trapped hand. With her opposite hand, she turned her sword around, so that it was pommel first and she folded her trapped hand, bending her thumb to touch her smallest finger. Still, when she did that, the joint of the thumb stuck out too much for her to get it past her restraint.
With a roar of what sounded like fury but was a channelled cry of terror, Vega brought the pommel of her sword down on that joint, aiming to break her thumb, knowing that it would likely break her whole hand but she did it with the aim of then, quickly and ignoring the pain which she knew would come, dragging her arm out. Because a broken hand she could live with, but Arlo Creede wasn't watching her die again.
Her aim, her intention, was to do it as quickly as she could, before the swelling began which would negate her move and render it useless. Once she'd done it, her roar of determination turned into a cry of pain as she felt her hand shatter, but she just had to keep her focus for a little while so, through sheer grit, she'd pull back, hard and fast and rely on Arlo to help her do so because the pain was incredible and even with her level of endurance, she found it hard to focus.