<strong>Diadra Starborn</strong><br/><br/>Diadra's eyes went white with pain and stars as she was slammed into the ground, still struggling weakly for a moment or two longer.  But she couldn't get free, not with a creature so powerful as this...this<em>thing</em>was keeping an eye on her.  She glared for a moment, but kept quiet, not sure if she would be able to keep the fear from her voice.  Maybe, just maybe, if she had been at the top of her game she could have fought it and won, but she'd already been weakened by all the ones before.  So for a time she just closed her eyes, waiting for her wounds to heal still more as her ruby ring pulsed healing energy through her.  But eventually she began looking around more, hoping against hope for some way to get away and get at the demon, to get some revenge.<br/><br/>Her body, much like had been suggested through her armor, was trim and pale from a lifetime spent mostly indoors.  A thin tracery of blue veins could be barely seen through her delicate, pale skin.  And beneath her armor was a chastity belt, crafted of form-fitting mithril plates and no apparent keyhole upon it.  She squirmed at even the suggestion of someone trying to take it off, her eyes widening marginally and her breathing growing quicker.  Oh, how she wished she had<em>Feringale</em>in hand right now...