Bryn was dressed for battle, though much less cerimonial than her viking armor. Her hair was tied back in battle braids, all tucked against her scalp so it would be much harder to grab and pull. Like second skin black leather pants would make it hard to grab her clothes. A black leather corset, with secret metal panels, bound her in. The only thing that might be a liability was the black leather jacket, but she was sure that she might lose it not far through the door.
She wanted Nergal to pay, for the double cross he'd set on John's shoulders years ago, and for every soul he'd stolen like Astra's. "I was tempted to seduce another incubus, but I'm not sure another would fall for the same thing." After all he hadn't got laid, she'd tested the sword that was bound in a sheath at her waist on him instead. "But celibacy isn't so bad." She gave a slight shrug, sure that whatever they did through there today, would count going through the door again out.
"Why, is there something you had in mind?" She glanced over at the mage.