Aimee was completely silent before crossing her arms beneath her breasts.

"And tell me, what hte hell is it that you are going to do to have me cooperate with that shit?" She asked.

"Teleportation mana in here won't work, so you can't magically poof me wherever." She added. While she knew that was true, she was also aware of how that was during specific hours. Currently, she was during a timeframe that the lock down wasn't put in place, so to speak.

She didn't think he'd know that htough.

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Aimee was silent before just sighing.

"Not a chance." She then said. Of course, she didn't know entirely all about him. She did know that she had some protections against mana of that sort. Granted, she, of course, had no idea how far out of the league of what she had protections against, his mana was.

"I am not going to play nice."

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Aimee didn't have a chance to retort, not that she wanted to. As she attempted to dodge him, she felt him knock into her lower half. The impact shoved her into the bookcase behind her, causing the glass that was in a decorative and protective door on it to shatter, the shards falling around her - and Francis. She didn't even notice the shards, or if she was cut.

"Oh fuck you." She snapped before roughly grabbing his hair, charging her hand with her mana. Dark elf, meaning her pure aligned mana should be a decdent defence.

Right?

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Aimee let out a cry of surprise.

"Oh great, you work with Encrae." She muttered before pulling back, hard, on his hair. She was hoping it would be enough to stun him, or whatever, but it did nothing.

If anything, it caused him to shift his hand slightly. Where to? To be flat over her heart, the core fo her mana. Control the mana, control the being. That really was common knowledge, and she wasn't going to lie.

The thought of anyone controling her in any sense terrified her.

But she knew she had some protections against it, so she was sure she'd be fine.

She increased the mana that was coming from her, hoping that it would actually stop him, but... not entirely sure. And that unsurity was growing, as well.

---

Aimee hadn't completely succumbed, not by any means, but there had been enough of an effect that she did as she was told. She was completely silent. She didn't make a sound.

But the door handle lit up on the outside a bit, as a call for help.

She listened to him, she couldn't not, but he hadn't said anything about anything else. She was told to stay silent, nothing more.

She knew she'd pay for that if he clued in before her son got in there.

---

Once Aimee was released from that, she sank to her knees. It wasn't hard to tell that she was having a hard time getting her head back together, so to speak. Whatever he'd done thus far was still there, but he wasn't adding to it, at least.

She had enough wherewithal to use some of his blood and draw a rune on the floor by him - as with his mana she couldn't get to her feet for the moment. It was quick, and as her son made his way into the room proper, there was a burst of light from the rune.

The problem, was that with him in her head as he was (even if not much) combined with the contract he had down below, he had a decent degree of protection. All that did was hurt, but didn't send him back from whence he came, as she'd intended.

---

"Any chance you can banish him for the moment?" Aimee asked her son, starting to feel notably better. She wasn't feeling perfect yet though, but that was largely because of how dead tired sh was.

"I realise you probably can't banish and make it stick, but can you banish him well enough we can get out of here?" She added a couple of seconds later, stifling a yawn.

"Because I'm not entirely sure we can get past him, admittedly." She paused a moment before sighing.

". . . don't want him locked in my office, either."

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Aimee didn't say anything before reaching out, resting her hand on her son's calf as she couldn't reach much better than that.

"Let's see if I can help." She said, her mana starting to course through him, bolstering him.

I can't promise I can do much, due to non-angelic, but hopefully I can help."

---

Aimee was silent before shaking her head, hard, and bringing a hand up to the side.

"I will be." She said.

"Still feeling a bit numb though." She admitted before looking to the door, and sighing.

". . . . . and going to need to get my door repaired." She said, sounding like she was about to chastise him, before she just met his gaze.

"Zeke... thank you. I fear her was going to kill me." He could hear the sincerity in her words. She wasn't impressed with the door, but it was worth it for her own well being.

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Aimee let out a breath, debating the answer to that question before nodding.

"Yeah. I should be good for that." She said. She carefully got to her feet and shook her head again, trying to fully clear it.

"What the fuck was he?" She then asked after a moment or two.

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