The splatter and burst body of the umber hulk sprays the room with green goop, walls, floor, ceiling. Enough that a fantastical crime scene investigation group would be horrified if they ever delved to such depths.  The broken chitinous body of the umberhulk twitches slightly after the final blow, though clearly defeated.  This horrifying display brings a clicking, hissing sound of terror from the other umber hulk, beginning to try to drag Nuria back into the darkness, stepping back into the dark tunnel from which it emerged.<br/><br/>Then a burst of light comes from the tunnel as Nuria's fire knives begin to sizzle into the umber hulk's claws, an acrid stench rising in the tunnel.  The chitin around the creature's claws begin to glow a bright, harsh red, like heated metal that feels somehow warm and comforting against Nuria's skin.  The hissing increases, the umberhulk dragging Nuria further into the tunnel, bits of rock and dirt beginning to fall around the two of them, starting to block off the entrance to the larger cell chamber.  Crumbling stone and rocks fall down and the umberhulk hurls Nuria off of it's body.<br/><br/>She falls to the ground for a moment, the creature wildly flailing before her, the tunnel to her allies collapsing behind it, it's mandibles crashing into the walls in ways that are causing further collapse.<br/><br/>As Phelypsis draws closer, the haughty smile on the prisoner's face begins to fade, "Hold Andrian."  His voice demands obediance as he glares at her, his pronunciation showing that he has her mistaken for a member of the long-post Andrian Empire.  "This is a matter for Kyfsitta and beyond you.  Your duty is completed, see to your firey friend."<br/><br/>Apparently feeling this is enough, he turns his attention back to Sydney and his hand moves up her spine, fingertips pressed against the back of her head, "I can offer you something far better than dinner, mageling.  I can help you harness this power in ways you never imagined..."  His fingers squeeze against her nipples, his weight shifting as he pulls her against the bars again, his cock now pushing between the bars and up the back of her dress, squeezing between her asscheeks and slowly applying pressure as he presses into her.  Where his hands stay on her flesh, faint outlines of black begin to form and he murmers out, "Hold your spell, mageling.  Watch."  Before her vision, the runes and shapes of the universe begin to take shape, strings to be pulled on, incredible power far beyond what she normally is able to harness.<br/><br/><strong>Delvers, what do you do?</strong>