Night Prowler threw up a hand and Henry ran straight into a psychic barrier, while Mary Margaret and David were able to pass straight through. "Forgive me, Henry," Night Prowler said, "but I can't let ye pass. This battle is not over yet."
"Just let me go to her," Henry begged as tears ran freely down his cheeks. His eyes never once leaving the body of his mother.
Night Prowler glanced at the ground as she nimbly evaded David's strikes, "I'm afraid she's already gone."
Upon hearing this David let out a bellow and charged blade outstretched. Like a dancer, Night Prowler dodged his attack and sliced her blade across his forearm. Though not a fatal wound by any means, David fell limply to the unforgiving ground. Now one remained.
Night Prowler turned her attention to Mary Margaret who was robotically firing arrow after arrow. Night Prowler didn't bother to weave between the bolts. Due to the tears flowing from her eyes, Mary Margaret's usually perfect aim was off. The few arrows that did come near the intended target, Night Prowler batted away with Soul Snatcher. Mary Margaret steadied her breathing and leveled her bow. She released her final arrow right as Night Prowler leapt forwards. Night Prowler hit the ground and an animalistic whimper escaped her lips.
A thin trickle of blood ran down as Night Prowler clutched at her ankle. A wave of relief washed over Mary Margaret before Night Prowler spoke up. "Ye shouldn't have done that, lassie. There is nothin' more dangerous than an injured beast."
Night Prowler reared up from where she had laid and hurled Soul Snatcher at her. Mary Margaret flinched away. At first glance it appeared Night Prowler had missed as the blade implanted itself in the wall of the building behind her. Then, Mary Margaret crumpled. Soul Snatcher had nicked her cheek.
Night Prowler landed on all fours and her hair returned to it's proper place of covering her right eye. Her breathing was labored as she swung her legs around to get a better look at the arrow stuck there. Night Prowler took hold of the shaft with both hands and snapped it in two. Then, firmly grabbed the arrow head in hand and wrenched it from her ankle. This time Night Prowler didn't make a sound, but the agony was clearly etched into every part of her being. Her features shifted from mostly human to a wolfish imbetween with a demented gleam in her eyes. A second later it was gone.
At the same moment, Night Prowler's telekinetic barrier failed and the others able to rush forwards. Henry reached his mother's body first when he realized something extraordinary. He checked his grandparents and found it was true for all three. Though their eyes appeared vacant of life, they were still breathing.
Henry shot a questioning glance in Night Prowler's direction. She, having sensed his gaze, looked up from where she sat wrapping her ankle in the shredded sleeve of her tunic. "Soul Snatcher tis' not the kind O' blade that kills. It does not cut flesh. It separates the mind from the body and traps the minds in another dimension," Night Prowler explained.
"Oh, is that all?" Mr. Gold asked sarcastically.
"Careful there, Dark One," Night Prowler grinned predatorily. "Ye might have revived my queen from the dead, but ye also betrayed her not five minutes after. I had overlooked it as she didn't get hurt in the act. Don't give me a reason to revise my previous judgment."
"What dimension are they in?" Henry wisely intervened in Mr. Gold and Night Prowlers stare off.
"In the past it had gone by many names. Dark World, Shadow Realm, Valley of Mist and Tears to name a few," Night Prowler listed. "Ye'ed know it best as the realm where I sent Robin directly before Hades could erase his existence. Though Robin was possibly the only resident of the Dark World who was not sufferin' an eternal punishment."
"Wait. So their in some kind of torture world right now?" Henry asked.
"Aye," Night Prowler replied, "I designed a special punishment for each one myself."