Zion Mirtis
Sophie Gustav
Either because she could not or would not Raven was still basically glued to the bomb. In her mind she could hear hundreads of voices speaking at once while the overall feeling of being pulled inside and out was effecting her. Her yellow eyes were flaring back and forth into other colors. Her hair flared up and it seemed as though her body was starting to shake violently. She was trying to look back to both [member="Darth Praelior"] [member="Darth Timoris"] for help but was struggling. Whatever force had a hold on her it was not letting go, only hurting all the more.