<em>She didn't move... </em><br/><br/>Well... that was a lie. Her arms rose, a semi-defensive posture taken as though she truly expected to receive a strike to the face or a powerful blow to knock her over. So long had she been used to fighting overconfident or even desperately defensive individuals of a similar bodily calibre that hand-to-hand had become a bit of an art. There was no hand to hand with fighting M'Gul however. His speed treated her, in her mind... tentatively delicate.<br/><br/>His palms gripped at her sides in such a way that she couldn't step back herself, or angle her body off to either side and avoid him. Her legs couldn't crouch to establish any center of gravity to control nor could she effectively strike him to provide consequences for gripping her. In all the opponents she had faced, there was always an alternative.<br/><br/><em>If they struck at her powerfully, she could dodge and respond as the weight of such a strike would often require them to be exposed for an added second or two.</em><br/><br/><em>If they struck at her more swiftly, and less powerfully, she could often absorb a single blow or even two in order to trap an extending arm or kicking leg and plan for her own counter.</em><br/><br/><em>If they charged at her with an intent to wrestle her to the ground, it often opened them up to a series of close-range strikes for the short window of time between them initiating the attack and managing to throw her off her footing.</em><br/><br/>There was no planning for the beast M'Gul however... the Minotaur moved with a speed that could only be countered by consistently moving herself. In a small matter of time, her being motionless while he propelled himself into action had resulted in her being overpowered. Yes... nothing she had learned in hand-to-hand combat would aid in this situation and in that one instant, she felt human again.<br/><br/><em>She felt... human.</em><br/><br/>Her life had been lived by acting human... by presenting herself as human, and simply dabbing in the perks of the demoness she was on the other side. Her Immortality, her recuperation, her ability to create and control fire... minor telepathy... yes... in the midst of humans, she was anything but. She was a replica at best. Here however... everything she'd do as a human would prove to be useless against M'Gul. She could deny him yes... she could disappear into fire right now... a mushroom of flame vanishing like a smoke bomb. But it was his wording and slow action that prevented it.<br/><br/><em>He was-... teasing her!?</em><br/><br/>Her lips fought not to slide into an 'Oh-please...' grin of condescension against him. That was for when he was bound, his clear status of a prisoner to her authority. Right now... such a face would be entirely out of place, given the roles that had been allowed to reverse themselves if only to temporarily drive him even more to the brink... Callisto's lips moved into a slight gaze of shock. Her eyebrows quirked into momentary worry and allowed M'Gul to feed on every inch of artificially created fear.<br/><br/>"That's not fair, you can't just-... you..." her eyes moved to his relentlessly, her body arching beneath his weight. Her objection clear, though intentionally not allowed to be articulated calmly...<br/><br/><em>He didn't count to 3-!</em><br/><br/>(http://images2.wikia.nocookie.net/__cb20100714235748/hercxena/images/e/ed/Callisto_trapped.jpg)<br/>