It might have been merely two minutes, but for Lucy it seemed an eternity, feeling the strength seep out of her body, replaced with the cold that the lack of blood brought. Once she was released, she rasped a soft gasp, her hand moving to the blood running down her next.

She took a step backwards, only half hearing his words, her back pressing against the wall. She had enough presence of mind to cast a glare at his back as he started walking away, cursing his actions and hating her own inability to do more to stop them. But her blood ran cold again at his last words, and as the last of the strength gave out in her legs, she toppled over. We'll be in touch.

Can she take a raincheck?

Fortunately, she would be found before -too- long, due to certain celestial spirits, but for now, she collapsed on the (Dirty dirty gross and icky) ground. Until Virgo finds her.