Now Ammon was not familar with the ranking in hell, but he knew shit was about to go down. In his own right, he had no say in this. Beside that blow that could have easily made a wound to his throat, and it did. That wound alone should render him useless for a bit, the blind wolf who wished who had his sight, could only listen intently to the situation, and keep his mouth clamped shut.
" Judging by those chains that are keeping you completely still demon, I doubt you are going anywhere. Let alone able to strike or fight." ammon spoke carefully taking a step back just in case it really got worse. The last thing he needed was to die in this body, or get some kind of horrible injury anywhere on his body.