“They’re not going to fall for this. Can’t they… sense you or something?” Korregan clutched the bars of her holding cell, staring at the figure on the other side. The Illidari had slithered up out of seemingly nowhere and was now patiently breaking the lock on the cage door. She heard metal shear and took a step back as he slipped into the cramped space with her. “We’ll just have to keep our distance, won’t we? And you’ll have to play your part well.” He reached up and tweaked her chin and she recoiled with a grunt, putting both hands up like she intended to force him away. The manacles clapped down around her wrists and she practically shrieked, immediately trying to pry them apart. “What the fuck are you doing? Get these off of me you-”“There you go. Playing your part.” He smirked at her. She could feel him smirking at her about as well as she could hear and see it. A tight grip and tug jerked her nearly off of her feet and she stumbled out of the cell as he started dragging her out of the prison. Her pulse raced, her heart thrumming in her head and the back of her throat. She tripped and skidded behind him, trying to pull free the whole time while the metal and leather of the cuffs chafed against her wrists. The half-elf glared daggers at the Demon Hunter’s back, trying at least to avoid making it entirely easy for him. While he didn’t seem to give a damn. They got little attention on their way out of the outpost, too far away to look like more than some cultist leading a sacrifice or captive around.He pulled and dragged her around the perimeter of the camp until they reached an outcropping. Once there he turned around so quickly she nearly ran into him. Drawing up short she stared at him warily until he pushed her hands back at herself hard enough to knock her to the ground. Lightning-fast he was in her face, smirking at her as she sputtered and cursed. “Sit here. Behave. Think you can do that?” He didn’t even wait for a response as he disappeared back over the ridge towards the camp they’d just escaped. Korregan slumped back against the rock behind her, sulking. Her wrists hurt, her backside hurt. If she’d had any left her pride would have hurt. She sat on the hillside watching Illidari descend from the ridge into the camp, trying to pick out the unfortunately familiar shifting form among them. Hoping that maybe she’d get lucky and see something else do what she very much wanted to - Completely, savagely murder Vynthius Vilesun.