It hit, as Octave didn't have time to react. 

Octave gritted her teeth in frustration and managed to create another barrier to shield herself. She wondered how long the effects would last, or if she would have to use her manipulation ability. Really, that would be tiring, though. 

The shield broke and Octave did get hit by the sphere, but as she was knocked back by the force of the sphere, she teleported again before she could get hit by the ray. 

She reappeared some ways off, sitting in a tree. Maybe she was planning to wait out the effects of the ray before attacking again? 

The ground some feet ahead of Time started to turn a grey colouring before spikes shot up. It seemed her magic was working slower as well, giving Time more than enough time to step out of the way. 

Octave disappeared again, and behind Time some spikes shot up. She doesn't reappear yet, possibly the effects of the ray earlier started to affect her teleportation speed. 

Octave reappeared in a different tree and pointed a pistol at Time. She looked bored as she slowly pulled the trigger. 

A ray hit and Octave disappeared. 

She reappeared behind Time in yet another tree and slowly shot at his leg. 

Well, this whole murder plan was not working, Octave concluded in her mind. Well, Echo's mind. Or was it her own mind? Wait, maybe she should focus on murdering and have an existential crisis later. Yeah, that'll work. 

Octave fired the gun again. 

Octave simultaneously had reached towards Time when he cast the spell, her hand grazing the tree branch instead of his arm. 

The force of it was great enough to knock Octave out of the branch to the ground. It happened really fast. Strangely, Octave didn't scream or anything. Maybe the ray effected her voice as well? Or maybe she wasn't scared of falling. In an instant, though, Octave painfully was on the ground. 

She had hit her head pretty hard on the tree and then the earth; the gun had flown off some feet away. Octave wasn't moving, seeming to be knocked out from both the spell and from hitting her head so hard. 

The branch Time was on suddenly disintegrated into grey ash, light blue "numbers" floating in the air around him. 

Her hair shifted from the black and white ombre to a white and silver-cyan ombre. Her eye opened, the sclera dark grey instead of pitch black. 

Maybe it was the shock of pain, but Echo, or was it still Octave, didn't move. She opened her mouth but didn't say anything, blood from biting the inside of her mouth during the fall noticeable on her teeth and tongue. She looked in an immeasurable amount of pain, which seemed to not be from the fall or explosion, but perhaps from herself. 

Her squinted gaze wasn't on Time but rather in a daze up into the cloudy sky instead. 

A slow blink in response. Her mouth moved as if trying to speak, but nothing sounded out other than a simple, "Yes sir."

Echo/Octave managed to sit up, her head jerking in a twitchy motion a few times. Her eyes didn't meet Time's, but instead she was staring at her shaky hands. She kept reaching towards her throat but her hands would jerk back down again.

When she speaks again, it sounded like two voices clashing and trying to over talk each other.

"What do you mean?"