Celris didn't seem to care about the HighBreed's taunts, she laughed, and waggled a finger, "You know how old I am, HighBreed? I am considered an adult to my kind, yet I've only cleared my 18th year of life. Converted to Alune years, that's 26. HighBreed years...?"<br/>She looked to Oz. He shrugged and drew the infinite symbol in the air. She continued, "Your logic has flaws, if my people live to 65, Alune live to 100 or so...and you live for eons. 200 years? Ha. Talk about giving bows to the blind. Only 200 years? Ha. We are races of leisure, of<span style="font-style: italic">emotion</span>. We are not automatons, no offense to present company."<br/>She raised her fist, spite showing in her eyes, more so than any courage or determination she could've displayed. "And I spent all of my years enjoying it. " There she had to bite her lip, "Learning...spending time with those I love, living for myself, not some angry goddess, one who turns against her creations as easily as a...rabid animal."<br/>She smirked as Oz moved to her side, halberd extended. "Bring it on."<br/><br/>Neff nodded once, turned himself NorthEast, and started running. He wasn't fast, but his long stride and endurance made up for it. "I remember, long ago, being run by someone almost as small as you. He-no..it was a she...perhaps..." He frowned, then cursed, and muttered, "Keep your mind Prometheus. No matter what you do, keep your mind." He tried sorting out the feelings that came with every action, how it stirred memories just below the surface, and, like a quick fish in clouded water, he could only catch obscure shapes.<br/>"So we're... ... ...saving someone...from what?"<br/><br/>((Conversions stemmed from Alune's max age being around 100 or so and Feral living to 65. If that's wrong I'll change the numbers. ))