[center][color=#796878][h2]-Nefas Sen-[/h2][/color][/center]

Violence. Of course. There was unlikely any other option the humans would take. After all, she had come to the conclusion ages ago that fighting is in the humans very nature. A detestable trait, and one she would be glad to give them freedom from. The Lady of the Deep watched as the duel started, a small sigh escaping her lips. She still didn't like violence, even after all this time...but sometimes, evil was necessary for the greater good, and if violence was needed to free herself from here, then she would do it. Returning home to the Deep trumped anything else. Morals, ethics, and loyalties didn't matter.

After all, the only one she was ever truly loyal to were her children and herself.

She turned her head from the duel, completely disinterested in its outcome. Kilgarrah would be victorious. There would be no way these humans could hope to defeat him in combat, even as weakened as he likely was. Not to mention, if he were to die they would have to go through her next...and she wouldn't be such an easy target as they might think. Instead, she observed her brothers and sisters. The Pallid one, Chinasa seemed to be the next to wake from their chains. He hurried up the stairs, draining the color from the room and leaving nothing but a harsh, white color. 

The Lady of the Deep closed her eyes from the offending brightness. She had nothing against Chinasa personally, but such brightness was something she found irritating and offensive. The Moonlit hunter, Aylin was next to awaken. She said nothing, as was her way. Silence suited the Hunter, and was welcome in the harsh brightness that the Pallid one had created. Next, was Kozz. She watched him lumber out as he was attacked by other guards, completely uncaring. Next, was Wu Dan. With an impressive physical display, he cut even the Pallid one off at the stairs. She turned briefly back to Kilagrrah, watching the end of the Duel. He was, of course, victorious. Nefas shook her head, turning her gaze to the ground briefly before walking out, following after Wu Dan.

A simple black and gold robe covered her features, long enough for its hem to lightly touch the floor as she walked, ignoring the chaos around her. Following in the steps of Chinasa and Kozz, the other children were doing a much better job of fighting and drawing the attention of the humans than she could, and most humans seemed focused on them, so she paid her other siblings and them no mind. They were not important, and she need not converse with them. As long as they kept to themselves and did not hinder in her escape, they would not receive her ire.

She reached the stairs with little difficulty. She knew the way well enough...and then Wu Dan did just what she didn't want.

Children? Her children were already suffering. She [i]must[/i] leave. She almost snarled at the old monk, and would have berated him in a tongue that he likely wouldn't know. She wasn't normally prone to violence, but she must leave, even if that meant turning on someone who was once an ally. Before she could, though, she trembled slightly as another presence made itself known.

Zhystkrexas.

He wasn't wrong. Eyra had earned her ire the moment she betrayed her. Betrayed the Deep. She would send her children after Eyra as soon as she saved them from their own slumber. The ones that were left, at any rate. She bowed her head in slight thanks to the defiler. While she wasn't overly fond of him, she didn't hate him. She found him...curious, but she would never allow his presence in the Deep. Not without constant supervision from one of her most faithful.

...if she had any left. She couldn't feel any of her children. Their voices were silent....

She shook her head, and turned her gaze briefly back to the chamber where they had been kept. As much as she also wished to leave, she had a certain fondness for the Dragon. She would wait a moment longer, only to see if he would be quick about his little duels.

It likely would make her a bit of a target for some of the guards, but it wasn't like she couldn't defend herself.