Zelfir sidestepped Celris, allowing her to pass him, before once again launching his diamond chain at the wretched Ozbourne.  Something inside of him stirred, a deep feeling of self-righteosness.  Upon focussing on this feeling he found that he could only bring himself to hate the LowerBreed Celris, but not the Highbreed.  No matter what he did, it seemed almost wrong to kill a brother, no matter how he had betrayed his kind.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Mothers orders, there can be no hesitation.. </span><br/><br/>"Why won't you just give yourself to death Ozbourne?  Why do you fight for them!?"<br/><br/>****<br/><br/>Prometheus sat content on Neff's shoulder blade, watching the clouds float on by.  He could not help but hope that the job was done, and the adventurers were either killed or captured so that he could go back to his home.  Such excursions never excited him.  In fact, if he could avoid leaving home he would.<br/><br/>"So Neff, where are you from?"