The voice's response came with a rumble of anger, echoed in the tremors running through the walls and pulsating movement of the darkness surrounding her. Liirah clutched her crossbow nervously, glaring at the shadows as they seemed to seethe of their own accord, drawing closer to her tiny fire. She yelped as an earthquake seemed to bloom around her, shaking the walls and dislodging bits of dust and grit from the rafters above. A bit of falling stone struck her on the head, eliciting a cry of pain, and she looked back to the door, survival instincts finally winning out. Heedless of the rusted bands of metal holding it closed, Liirah began to throw herself against it with renewed vigor, bringing every pound of weight she could muster to bear.<b>"WHAT <i>ARE</i> YOU?!"</b>she shouted to the darkness, her words punctuated by another slam of her body against the door. The wood was beginning to crack now, the rusted hinges finally giving way. If she could just get the door down, then she could make a run for the courtyard and back out the gate.