"Eric!" Anne cried out for him as she turned and saw Doom's attack knock him out. But she couldn't go to him. Doom's magic summoned her, pulled her in close and made her cry out in displeasure. She resisted as much as she could, pushing away from him, beating Doom's chest with her fists.

"Get your hands off me!!" She screamed. "What've you done to him? I swear I'll-!" She didn't know how to finish that sentence. What could she do, really? He'd just rendered her magic all but useless. And she obviously lacked the physical strength it would take to push him off.

She should have pushed herself more. Her practice rituals should have been more than just lighting candles and making her clothes disappear. She was still just a damsel in distress yet again. Dammit all!

"What do you want?"