Inyrra was disoriented when she stepped through the door. She stumbled forward and felt the sensation of being pinned to the thick, muscled chest of the demon. Her body immediately began to thrash and struggle and those efforts doubled upon hearing the rumbled threat. She cursed and thrashed, summoning her blades to her hands but completely unable to get a proper angle to strike. The bastard was big and she had to fight down her growing fear. Even as the normally graceful Teifling flailed uselessly, some small part of her screamed for her utter surrender to the giant beast.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>