"Come on, now. You've lived through worse than this. Just... Just live through this too."
"You mean like the attack on the Hall? I dunno - a little smoke on my lungs, but it weren't that bad."
The mage tilted her head and looked along the vaguely foggy corridor of the barrow. She could hear them - a large group from Harkon's brood, rattling the bars of the locked gate and scrambling around for a key or lever. The robe part of her vigilant armour was ripped open, the chestplate on the floor by her feet and the huge gouge of gargoyle claws across her chest, bleeding vicous crimson all down her front. She knew that the vampires would find a way through, if just to slake the thirst they were no doubt feeling at the rich, coppery scent of the breton's blood in the air. She also knew Katsi's days were as numbered as hers if she didn't leave now.
"Katsi- go. I'll try and hold 'em off with my magic as long as I can, buy you some time to get out" She said, and smiled weakly. "Who knows? Maybe they'll keep me alive. Maybe they'll turn me. Maybe I'll get out of this alive too. Just - just tell Isran what we found out, yeah? And -- tell him he was right. The Vigil are too weak for this."
The mage slumped back, and after hearing a cry of delight from the vampires, flapped her hand in a weak 'go' gesture. Her voice was nearly drowned out by the rusty, crumbling sound of the gate opening. "I couldn't keep up, I'm dead either way. Go."
And then, she used the last of her strength to try and burn what vampires she could to ash.