Aerith dug her heels into the ground, her expression hardening as she yanked her arm, trying to release her wrist from the tight grip on it. Had she the weapon she would cut her own arm off, and beg the earth to repair her. But she didn’t have the time, nor the supplies. She panicked a little; doing the first thing she could think of, with her free hand Aerith took a fistful of the redhead’s hair and yanked as hard as she could.










