Flonne had barely managed to get her head back on straight before Larxene grabbed her. She was still having trouble thinking straight, but she knew this was not where she wanted to be. "Let me-"

Her words cut off with a cry of pain as the knife plunged into her arm. "Loud" had been a correct assessment, and her screams rang through the tent as the blade dragged through her flesh. She had to get away - she had to!

But what little magic she had wouldn't come, wouldn't form into a coherent spell without concentration; with the aftereffects of electric shock playing through her body and a blade in her arm, concentration was something Flonne simply didn't have. Trying to pull away, struggling against Larxene, only made the wound that much worse.

But still she tried to get away, still screaming, tears of pain running down her face.