Lauralana felt a moment of triumph at the glare of Halae, one that only lasted a moment as teh spawn returned with the large spike and mallet. She prayed to the gods that she would make it through this next test of endurance, make it through without begging, she knew it was too much to ask to make it through without screaming.<br/><br/>The ring in her nose caused her to breath funnily, wheeze almost as her breathing speed. The press of the wicked point caused her to squint her eyes shut and throw her head to the other side, just before blood gushed from her palm and she screams.