Inyrra cursed in pain at the searing pain that tore into her cheek and she stumbled to get the room for a counter attack. To anyone present when the hat was knocked off it was an odd sight. The color seemed to drain from her skin and her hair deepened to a dark glossy purple. The small horns and long serpentine tail seemed to simply appear.<br/><br/>It took a moment for Inyrra to notice the change. When she did her eyes cast around looking for the lost hat. Her mouth curved into a frown at seeing the babau standing between her and it. She shook her head, no longer caring about the blood flowing down her cheek. She took a leap forward aiming the points of her swords at the bastard's eyes. The rage at having her secret revealed and knowing from experience that she would be cast from those she fought to protect fueled her strike.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>