"Fine…but you'll have to stop her." Mesharra didn't look that happy as she turned toward the smug Echidna and waved her hand. The shackles clicked on their own, falling to the ground as if they were never attached to begin with.
Echidna rubbed her painful wrists, twisting and turning them as she approached a chair and sat down, looking down at her feet. The marks of the shackles were still clear on her ankles, they probably wouldn't go away anytime soon.
Her eyes shifted toward Arad with a faint smile on her lips. Her nails and toenails flashed dark green with curses as her robe started flapping, "Now I'm free." Black chains of curses engulfed everyone, coiling around them like vipers.
"I don't care about what Yog wants, so what prevents me from killing all of you now?" Unlike the rest, she couldn't care less, if fact, killing all of them and running now would be the best case for her. Even Mesharra can't stop her now that they are in the middle of a city with a lot of civilians.
