The whip strikes the wall of force, bouncing off harmlessly. Shyrath looks annoyed for a second, but nods in deference to Ancalagon - as far as she's concerned, his word is law, and he probably has enough wisdom behind his decisions as well. Once told that there is reason behind it, she relaxes, accepting that just fine, and aware that she's not the best at getting loyalty or respect from minions, only fear.<br/><br/>The two captives bow their heads, their shoulders sagging with defeat. It is clear that they understand. Shyrath then grabs one under each arm, still managing to lift the heavily built minotaur, and soars off into the sky.