The moment Owyn was roughly shoved into the shallow pit concrete, stumbling to keep his balance, he regretted not asking more questions of the giantess that brought him here.
"Good luck, boy."
"Wait, what about my..."
The giantess laughed as the shield slammed closed, the mage in charge of the bubble smirking at him as Owyn pounded on the wall until some sound made him turn.
His opponent waited on the other side, the fierce-looking demon from before gave him a savage grin with razor-sharp teeth that hooked slightly inward.
"Frazzk m'lesh," he said with a voice like shredded wood that seemed to come more from his chest. It was a harsh tongue that Owyn didn't recognize, but assumed was Demonic based on the few times he heard Arc swear in that tongue. A moment later, perhaps sensing his discomfort, the demon translated, "Fresh meat."
