Rescuing John - Inside Nergal's Lair-John/Gen/Bryn
Air rushed out of her lungs again. Of course they would find some way around her magic seal. When she noticed Gen lift John magically she gave her head a little shake. "Unless you can unlock those shackles, reserve your strength. Shield you both if you can." She didn't plan on playing with these demons. Too much was at stake. And snuffles would have to be last line of defence.
Bryn unsheathed her borrowed sword, and gave the room a quick, but thorough, glance. Nope, nothing she could use to her advantage. But she did notice all the blood. Smelled it. She used that. How it made her feel. Her fangs clicked audibly enough that both mages would have been able to hear it. She wasn't quite raged out. But anyone who payed attention would have noticed how her veins stood out under her skin, black as if infection ran through them.
It was as far as she was willing to go. In front of John. In front of Gen. She used that they had probably done this to him. That they had probably drawn the amount of blood that soaked the racks, and floor. And dried on the tools. It was with that thought in her mind she leapt at one of his torturers. But she didn't play with him, that Archangel sword was out, and aimed at his heart.