Traveling to the site in record time in  ball form, seeing the door and making a dramatic entrance. Popping back into my humanoid form in midair, casually doing a barrel  roll before thumping into the sand and skidding to a stop near the door. Brushing off some sand that is not there off of my mantle before addressing the door properly. Giving it a glare and expecting it to just open from sheer willpower. When that does not happen I huff out with annoyance and  hit it with some wit, "Fine, be that way!"<br/><br/>Standing firm as my eyes  start to glow with a  inner fire once more, hands on hips, as lasers of divine energy shoot out and smack into the door. Keeping the rays on  continous burst until the  door explodes, something weird happens, or my two new minions finally arrive and get about doing the dirty work for me. Also, being meat shields for the mistress would be a lovey start to my exciting adventure on the material  plane.