"I don't think anything that ain't magic really touches 'em. An' on top of that, they're fuckin' tough. Fast, too, an' strong."

She grunts, and her fist tightens at her side, fingers digging into her palm. Alloran is going a bit fast, but the tug of pain from pushing it comforts her, feels like an outlet for her shame and fear.

"They fuckin' outclassed me. If there'd just been one, maybe, but so many..."

And whatever they'd been able to do, getting inside her head. Making her remember things, think about them instead of the fight, knock her out of her flow. Lost her focus. Like a god-damn amateur.

"I really don't like those fuckin' things."