<blockquote class="uncited"><div>Dagnyr's grip loosens, then gives way to the demonspawn's adrenaline-fueled thrashing, and the bewildered tiefling half-leaps, half-stumbles out of the paladin's grasp, scrambling to reach the cover of Abyssal darkness before his captor can reclaim him.<br/></div></blockquote><br/><br/>Dagnyr is as surprised as the tiefling when the demon's frantic, uncoordinated struggles manage to loosen his grip, enough that he gives the tiefling an opening to totally break the hold and slip away.<span style="font-style: italic">Gods damned,</span>he thinks, lurching forward and trying to regain a hold on the tiefling only to catch thin air as the tiefling leaps and scrambles for the dias.<span style="font-style: italic">I've never seen that work before...</span><br/><br/>He watches the fleeing mage, considering his options. His legs were long enough and he was fit enough to easily catch right back up with the tiefling. But it would put thirty feet between him and Alyssa, as well as leave him that must closer to the abyssal darkness surrounding the portal. With so many demons swarming around it was terribly risky, potentially leaving him to be encircled by demonic reinforcements. Even a trained paladin would have very poor odds in such a situation. And for what? Nothing more than a meal, it wouldn't be worth it if he ended up the same. Especially when he knew the tiefling would not be returning to attack him after what had almost happened. Even though his stomach hadn't gotten any fuller, Dagnyr had eliminated the threat quickly.<br/><br/>A soft growl from his gut voices its' disagreement but he let the fleeing tiefling be, walking back over to where he left the mage he'd incapacitated. He pulls a pair of masterwork manacles from his belt, kneeling down next to the somewhat seared tiefling and cuffing his hands behind his back before hefting him up onto a shoulder. The smell of his captive was a bit distracting, and only made his stomach grumble all the louder, but he could sate that hunger later. In fact, he reasoned that the threat of such would be a<span style="font-style: italic">very</span>fine way to coax information from the tiefling - a mage like this might know something more than the average grunt.<br/><br/>Dagnyr casts a glance at the other unconscious tiefling, then to Alyssa, watching as Botch flees with a soft sigh. It would figure that the thief would cut and run as soon as he could. He holds his tongue however, waiting to see if the watchman can convince Botch to come back.