Sitting in the back of the cage Shea snickered. That was always the classic retort the guards gave you when you wouldn't get in. Of course half the time they lied to you. The others around her moaned and Shea had to hold her body in a tight ball to keep it from seizing. They had caught her. Two shots of who know what plus a game of "how many times can we punch the demon before she breaks?" had left her somewhat sore with at least five broken ribs. "Met Mira did you?" she hissed under her breath. Shea had only fought her once before, and barley lived to remember it.<br/><br/><br/>(ps- srry bout that last post people, only the first page was loading so I was kinda out of it, ignore me if I do that again)