There was no fight at all really which Clara supposed was a good thing since that meant they could continue to the inner city. The demoness laid the pitifully with Artimer's claws embedded into his side and arm, 'Of course I do and I hope you are right.' She had felt through their link that demoness was indeed Darrel's soul in a new body. She slid off of Artimer easily and held the dagger in hand as she approached the creature. The snakes in its hair snapped at her so she drew he sword and cut them off easily making her screech and then whimper in pain. When her eyes fell upon the dagger in her hand they widened with true fear and she started to struggle, "Please do not use Ennorath on me." She begged but the name was unfamiliar to her, "You mean this?" She asked waving the dagger lightly from side to side which the demons eyes followed, "Tell me everything you know about and I don't think I need to explain to you as to what will happen if you do not."