Shadoran stepped back, gathering what appeared as black smoke around her hands, as she prepared her wings for flight.
Then, stepping back another step, she laughed.
"Enslave then eat, I'm sorry, i don't do both to one person. Just One per person."
She took another step, and crouched slightly, gathering more and more Res along her palms.
Another step back, as Shadoran hit the ground, grabbing the old rusty shortsword from her clothes pile, before darting forward, the swords blade a blackish blur. Then, she flashed the sword in front of her chest, a huge mushroom of flame bursting from the tip towards Felicia. Then, as the flame burst from her sword, she leaped into the air, her wings and the hot air from the flame giving her lift as she soared upwards.