(Andraus)<br/><br/>Zion had to look visibly shocked at the bandages, though he felt some measure of pride- All joking aside, she was no laughing matter in a fight. She had power, speed, endurance, and a killer drive to dominate. Zion had managed to beat her when he was at his lowest, his powers barely recovering from being dead. When the film covered them, he would raise an eyebrow at her. "<b>So Maddox is the one who stands in your corner....I am not surprised, honestly- He helped me topple my fathers empire in the past. His power is..." </b>He would hold up his hand as a black fire would swirl around it. He noticed she used blue fire instead of black. Likely a lack of control, since it was dangerous to wield it. "<b><i>Intoxicating, </i>to say the least of it."</b><br/><br/>When questioned about his injuries, Zion knew he couldn't lie to her- Her words were digging into his skull, though he felt her grip loosening as she drank from the Rum. Pouring her another glass, and topping off his own, he would tell her the truth- Just not the whole truth. "<b>I was testing my limits with my magic- Being dead for a year means my magical reserves atrophied. I am, but a fragment of my former strength. I have been working to restore my old levels of strength, but it has been.....stressful. The results I have come up came at the cost of damage to myself, but I feel I'll grow stronger for it." </b>He said. None of what he said was a lie, but it wasn't the whole truth. He had to be careful what he said.<br/><br/>He would again take another sip of Rum, this time bigger to numb his pained muscles, as he would look towards her. "<b>What reason would you have to hide from your master in the presence of a former servant? I can do little to protect you as I am now, but so long as you do not try to have me killed again, I can offer you home and shelter here. "</b>He said, his words almost like a warm blanket of comfort over her. She wanted to play mind games? Fine.<br/><br/>The Light would always prevail