Inyrra would then hear the clacking of large talons behind her, each step getting closer at a dreadfully slow pace. The glabrezu made his feet hit the floor as hard as he could, putting effort into every movement to show off just how powerful he really was; when he'd reached just behind Inyrra, looming over her, he planted his feet into the stone so hard that the floor cracked under them. He leaned down, placing his humanoid hands on the tiefling's shoulders, his head lowering down to have his canine mouth right next to her ears. "<span style="color: brown">Yeeesssssss...</span>" he hissed, "<span style="color: brown">We all wanted you to be just as dead as the others will be.</span><br/><br/>"<span style="color: brown">Whether or not your current predicament could be considered worse is up to you and your willingness, little one,</span>" he continued, "<span style="color: brown">as it seems that my friend has taken a liking to you. Consider yourself lucky in that you will not die immediately, but perhaps very unlucky in that you will be your mistress's slave unto your death when we drag you screaming into the Abyss.</span>" He then nuzzled against Inyrra's neck, giving her a lick alongside her cheek. "<span style="color: brown">Submitting to us and to your new prince would be in your best interest, mortal...</span>"<br/><br/>Gajol furrowed her brow at Aya and Elta. She did not necessarily disagree with Elta, even though the safety her party did matter quite a lot, if it meant that the group would defeat the fiends earlier and therefore prevent as many lives as possible from being ended, then so be it.<br/><br/>She nodded at everyone, wordlessly telling them to prepare themselves. Brushing past Aya, she wound up every muscle in her body, it seemed, and delivered a fierce kick to the door. It flew off its hinges, skidding along the floor of the next room. The place was huge, a chamber made of basalt cobblestones and black granite walls, At the back was a huge throne made of a reddish-black stone with skulls decorating the armrests. On the back was a large pair of stone wings, smoking and covered in a tarry, greasy substance that smelled very unpleasant. Sitting in the chair was the high priest, his decorative greatsword in one hand, a large scepter of gold and garnets in the other. A wicked grin was spread across his face as a large nalfeshnee smashed its fist into a woman-warrior, slamming her into the wall. She stood back up almost immediately, her mithril chainmail clinking a bit as she shook off the blow before readying her weapons again.<br/><br/>There was a second nalfeshnee in the chamber, one who snarled in the direction of the party who'd just entered the chamber. Looking in their direction, the high priest looked in their direction, and called out with a glint of madness flashing over his eyes and his unusually white teeth, "<span style="color: gold">Kill them! KILL THEM ALL!</span>" Both of the hulking fiends then charged towards the group, ignoring the other woman in the chamber.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>