As she was hinged forward to the center of the room, all she heard was the squeeking sound of the machine and the still calm voice of Viridiel still trying to talk to the Death Knight.<br/><br/>"Our names are as important as yours, weakling."<br/>In truth she was terrified of what was to happen and silently she said a prayer that, despite the anti magic shield, made her feel a little less scared. She kept her head raised in awaitance of the next foul and dark action of the Death Knight.