Ismat strained under the pressure, rapidly loosing her grip on Anass' shirt. A demon's strength she did not have.

"...If you'd really seen me before, you'd know to go fuck yourselves in advance!" She made a spiteful little scowl in exertion, through even here is was unclear how much of her actual personality was leaking out. It certainly didn't line up with half of the other personalities she had used since they all met...

She didn't seem too happy about be shoved around by Ode, in particular, but was too occupied to say anything about it.

SPOILER! :
Strength Test;

1d20-3=8