Though the blow struck by the priestess did little, making a small but painful cut in the babau's shoulder, Inyrra's attack from behind stuck one of her swords through the babau's ribs, the other one sunk into the back of its skull. It immediately fell, although, curiously enough, it's body simply laid there rather than make some kind of dramatic exit from the premises.<br/><br/>Stepping forward once the last demon had fallen, Gajol saw that Inyrra was most definitely not what she had appeared to be. Though a rogue would be among the last one would be willing to place their trust in, the barbarian had at least expected her comrades to be more open about things. They would not have to go and tell their life stories or their deepest, darkest secrets, but if there was something as superficial as their race being hidden, she felt betrayed.<br/><br/>Her eyes showed great anger, but also disappointment. Holding her sword behind her back with one hand, her other went to her hip. "Why?" she asked, her voice quaking slightly. "Why did you lie to us all? Whether you had done it with or without words is of little matter, but you<i>lied</i>." The rest of her face exuded insult.<br/><br/>"I would have cared no more or no less if you had been less fearful to show yourself, but that we were deceived does nothing but infuriate me. So, tell me, do you enjoy lying or are you just afraid of yourself?"<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>