Hecate was halfway to believing that calling her target a lunatic was the understatement of the year. Before she could make her next move, she found her movements restrained by chains. Her momentary attempt to struggle made her drop her staff when she was pulled away. The only thing she had in mind in that moment was to break free or come for a jab; it wasn't as if she had expected anything except possibly getting stabbed in return.
Her thought process was cut abruptly but the unexpected contact. It took Hecate another moment to process what had just conspired before the gears in her mind began turning again. The chains had come loose by the time she'd regained her control, using her elbow to push herself off Eden and reunite with her staff.
Hecate turned to him with a look of disgust, "You sick bastard! How dare you!?" she hissed, wiping her mouth like it would erase any trace of the contact. It wouldn't of course.
"You really are a madman like Reintic said," she spat, gripping staff tightly. Her stance had become more guarded than earlier; this wasn't going as planned. She couldn't capture him like this. She had to rethink her strategy,
"I'll come back for you, 3817. We're not done here." With those words she turned her back, taking to the roofs as she made her escape with high hopes he wouldn't come after her.
