"Congratulations, you basically told a Blood Elf an Orc is prettier than her. So here's the thing, right? Vyre is incredibly prideful and she can usually back up that talk, but every so often she needs to be checked. When she gets like this she'll start to repeat herself and double down on her feelings. Facts won't really matter to her. Though it usually takes longer to get her like this, have you... upset her in any other ways lately?" The instant Vyre was on her feet she kicked Ashia in the crotch and bolted at Ras, even without her armor she was still incredibly fast. Vyre launched herself at Ras who side stepped her and took another sip of her beer. "Too slow. I'm weak from losing my power from Elune, you can't even hit me? What a waste." Vyre growled and tried to swing at Ras but he dodged or parried every blow without spilling a drop from either his bottle or the pitcher he still held. "I'm going to do something I don't believe you have the heart to do, Ashia. I'm going to humiliate her."<span style="color: #8000ff">"I'm going to murder you for this, I'll pull Amere's head from her body and be-" </span>She was interrupted as Vyre smashed his bottle over her head. "Really? You can't hit a tired Troll, you can't fight, you're slow and stupid. And without your armor you're weak!" Vyre let out a scream of frustration and tried to tackle Ras but only got an elbow to her back for her troubles. For the next several minutes Vyre would try desperately to hit Ras who seemed more interested in sipping the ale than her. Ras handed Ashia the pitcher then turned around, grabbed Vyre by her throat and kicked her feet out from under her. Once downed, Ras easily pinned her and gave her a disappointed tsk. Ashia would already sense Vyre's rage fading. "What a disappointment you are. Even footing against me and this is the best you can do? Do you remember the last time you tried to fight me?"<span style="color: #8000ff">"You kicked my ass..."</span>"And the time before that? How about even when you were still a Naga?"<span style="color: #8000ff">"You've always kicked my ass."</span>"Damn right, and do you know what I'll do if you keep this up?"<span style="color: #8000ff">"Kick my ass." </span>"No, I'm going to make your pet watch me kick your ass so she can see how weak her mistress really is." Vyre tried to struggle but a knee on the base of her neck made her stop. "You can't fight without your weapon and you're too slow without your armor. I bet even Ashia could kick your ass and she's even slower and more stupid than you." Ras stood up and gave her a hard kick to the ribs. "Get up, try it again." Instead of following his orders Vyre slowly curled into a ball and started to sob. With a heavy sigh Ras grabbed the pitcher from Ashia and took a seat. "I take no pleasure in this, but you can't just talk her through all of her problems. You know how stubborn she is... Pick her up, she'll be more reasonable now."<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>