"Belfien, House of Tro'val, a First Daughter and High Priestess of Lolth, hm?" Eldritch spoke with words light, yet with a condescending tone. It could be interpreted that he thought her accolades were 'cute' though insignificant at best. "Such an interesting name. If I knew of drow culture I might have known what it means..." Eldritch took a breath as he broke up his sentence, taking his time to speak, truly to take in the surroundings before him - they had made very simple tunnel systems, it looked little more than dirt and stone that had been bored through; cheap and effective, though potentially prone to cave-ins.<br/><br/>"...how odd that you heard no ca-" With that instant he felt the song of the adamantium blade sear through the air and press up against his throat. It made him slowly drop his gaze from her to the sword. Soon after, he heard Belfien's taunt, which he did not respond to in part: when returning his gaze back to her evil smile, he slowly raised his hand to grasp her kantana: on contact, a searing scream and fair bit of steam blasted from his grasp as Eldritch proceeded to melt the kantana through the use of his arcane prowess. "That is good adamantium you've just waisted there." Eldritch taunted as he threw her sword from his throat, its tip melting at the sight, the liquid metal bending the blade somewhat as a result of his pyromancy.<br/><br/>Eldritch sighed as he looked back to her, opening his hand as a number of runic letters began to float from his palm, all blazing bright, gently taking to the air as they slowly, steadily approached her. "I knew female drows were much more aggressive, but this is ridiculous. It seems I'm going to have to beat you for your blood then, doesn't it?" The magical runes attempted to surround and then circle around Belfien, in doing so creating a gradually increasing barrier she would be foolish to attempt to escape - of course they moved slow, it is more than plausible that she could easily outmanoeuvre them.<br/><br/>"Either that, or you give me some of it willingly; I would not want to send the Underworld alight in fires, but in truth I would have little to no choice."<br/><br/>Should the runes fail, Eldritch opted to condense magical energy deep into his hands and feet, as he took up a rather Muay Thai stance; raising his fists in a boxer's stance, he lightly lifted his right knee. Belfien had no idea what he had in store: through hyperconcentration of his magical energy in one spot alone, his skin alone would yield from adamantium. He was ready for a fight.