Shion was whisked away to a room where Khali could have her way with getting information out of the "traitor". To find out who else Shion had taught. They were convinced that she was teaching all of the so-called "wetboys" the Selene art. She didn't break once in the month she was held there. Hells, she wanted to. Desperately. If she broke, Khali promised, she would be able to see her daughter again. She would be free to enter the Sisterhood, albeit at a lower capacity than she previously was. The temptation was part of the torture, and it was a very effective one for most. But unfortunately, Shion knew. If she gave in, that was the end. Khali would have gotten what she needed and silenced the Daimah where she lay strapped to a table. Blind, cold, deprived of the senses that were a vital part of her being. Deprived of everything, really. Everything aside from her mind.
And so she thought. First of loss, because she knew her baby to be dead. She tried not to think too hard about it. If she did, she would cry, and Khali would most definitely use that against her. So instead she thought of freedom. How to escape an island filled with master huntresses? She could use the catacombs, but they would be well-guarded. She'd have to go to the Men's town and seek refuge there. They wouldn't like her there, probably. They very well may lynch her - or try to. Escaping a horde of men could be a lot of fun, now that she was thinking about it, even if their brains were usually just mush surrounded by the bedrock of their skulls. How she'd even breached through Sebastian's was a mystery to-
Oh gods, of course. She was so stupid! Lightly she had pulled on the leather straps holding her wrists. The wrist holds seemed to be leather buckle straps for quick adjustments, with metal for the table she lay on. No, it was too nice to call it a "table". It was a slab, nice and simple, with leather bits along temperature-sensitive parts of her body; Her feet, back of her head and over the ears, and right across her stomach. In hindsight, she probably had more time than she realized she did to enact her plan. Everyone thought she was a dud in every field possible. To an extent, they were right.
What none of those jerks realized was that she had a brain in her blonde head. No, she didn't use it as often as she should. She was a beast! Impulse was her master. Still, Gods damn it, she exercised it when she needed to. It had kept Iri from getting caught for at least three months, it had kept her marriage hidden from her Sister's eyes. It would get her out of this mess. With all of her body strength she strained against the leather on each place. From what she could tell of the smell, the leather was thick, but old. It had only been recently oiled due to her imprisonment. She'd be able to stretch it. Hopefully crack it. And once one of those things happened in each strap, she would gather all of the power she needed.
It had taken her awhile. About ten minutes per strap, to be precise, but at least the work was done. By the time it was finished, the woman was sweating bullets. She couldn't rest yet, however. Here was where the important bit, the most sensitive bit, came in. With slow movement and much muscle strain, Shion pulled her hands out from her wrist straps one at a time. If she were a normal human, or even a normal Daimah, she would have had to dislocate her thumbs to do it. The only thing she had on her side was that most of the joints in her hands were doubled.
That made things easy...er than they should have been, but she wasn't in the clear yet. First she had to escape the room. A quick survey showed her that the walls were all warded (because of course they were), there were no splinters in the wards or the walls themselves, and that the door was closed. From experience, Shion knew the door hinges to be greased; Khali herself had come in and out of the room several times without making a noise. Shion also knew that if the door opened, the magical seal would be broken. All she had to do was get out into the hallway.
That proved, to her shock, to be easy. There were no sentries outside the door, nor did she see or feel any along the hallway. There were some near the end of the cave mouth the dungeon called its entrance. Shion wasn't planning on going that way, however. She was going to go through the wall.
She could have done this by using ki as a reactionary measure. That, though, would require she be attacked, and she was going for as little a fuss as possible. She didn't know how to use psychic means to teleport, so that was out. The only thing she had at her disposal was a couple of Earth spells, and if there was one thing almost all of the Sisters didn't really use, it was magic. There were a couple, of course, much more powerful than her to boot. But by the time they felt the zeon pooling within the Daimah, they wouldn't be able to react. Those sisters were old and on teaching duty. There was one that was young and capable, but she lived on the other side of the island. That gave her plenty of time. With a deep breath and a death wish, Shion cast the spell and ran as fast as she could to an opposite wall, phasing through it with all of the grace of a cannonball.
She had forgotten to account for the fact that the island was staggered in levels, and that the prison was built higher than residences for this exact reason. It would have mattered more if the outposts around the prison weren't warded from all supernatural means.
But they were.
Which meant that, with her feline-esque blood, she landed on her feet atop a very populated outpost, not phasing through it like she was hoping she would. A loud, dull thud resonated through the roof. Before she knew what she was doing her body reacted for her, making her feet fly through streets as fast as she could take them, dodging darts and Sisters powers alike (not to mention Sisters themselves). Near the edge of the island she lost her footing on a loose pebble on the lip of the island, gravity pushing her towards the ragged cliffs and, hopefully, her doom.