Dradiro’s eyes twitched, she offered herself?  “Let them go?  For you?”  He shook his head.<br/><br/>“They don’t get freedom for treason.”  He smirked, she had given him an idea.  “Their choice though, chained in a prison or surrender with you.  I won’t harm them, but they have to pay for their crimes.”  He let go of her throat and glided back, “Say it so everyone can hear you!”  He commanded her, “MY little angel.”  He chuckled after his new pet name for her.<br/><br/>He waited for those words like it was the last breath he’d take.  Then she spoke them, she wasn’t as joyous to say them as he was to hear them.  A wicked grin spread across the Umbral’s face, it wasn’t the end.  Not it was only the beginning, she’s make herself a martyr even if he didn’t he knew that.  One way or another she would sacrifice herself in the name of her old god, for now Aryel would play his though.<br/><br/>“Fanged face blood sucker.”  Came a raspy voice.<br/><br/>Dradiro’s nose twitched at this man’s scent, “Let me guess, flea ridden doggies run free here.”  He snarled, an obvious distaste in lycanthropes, werewolves specifically.<br/><br/>The man rushed as far forward as his chains would allow, vampiric guards rushed to push him back but Dradiro held up a hand.  “Let him speak.”<br/><br/>“An old ass vampire with a few magic tricks up his sleeve.  That it?  Is that your gimmick?  I can smell carrion a mile away.”  The scraggly looking man growled.<br/><br/>Dradiro smirked, his hand came up curled with his index finger out. A hum filled the air, in an instant both chains appeared cut loose with a beam.  “Prove that’s all I am then.”  He walked to the nearest guard and grabbed the axe on his hip, then to another and grabbed a sword.  Tossing them to the lycanthrope.  “You can even shift if you want, or are you just pure primal rage that can’t be contained?”  The question dripped with sarcasm and hate.