Nyri softly trembled, having her head slammed into the wall. Hot red blood began to coat her already dark hair and she blinked at him, seeming confused or frightened. Then she shivered softly, pressing against the wall as if trying to disappear. Her slight form was tense and her muscles had tied themselves into tight coils, like a fighter about to spring for a death blow. She barely seemed to register his emotions, eyes dark and stormy. Kuthon came from around the corner and frowned at her. He walked closer and suddenly socked her in the temple, his fist pounding into her head. Nyri crumpled as Zelus murmured "I'm sorry".<br/><br/>Kuthon looked at Zelus quietly. "Let's... get her in restraints.... And take her to the prison on Belsavis. I don't think we should risk taking her to Tython at this point."