Vyre didn't even acknowledge Order's presence while Sahra glared at her. Back at The'kal's house; Ras was still sitting in the chair where Order had last seen him, but now most of the room had been tinted black with shadow energy freely pouring from his armor. "You can't make me do anything, Elune. You can't control your own power and you think to control anyone else? Laughable. I'm going to kill The'kal's pet monster and disappear like I should have long ago."<span style="color: #a64dff"> "Yeah, I'm tired and not willing to put with you being like this so if we can just get this over with that'll be great." </span>Ras looked at Vyre for a moment then stood up. "One last match for old time's sake?"<span style="color: #a64dff"> "Not really, no." </span>While Ras conjured another set of daggers and readied himself Vyre impaled him to the wall and tore off his helmet.<span style="color: #a64dff"> "Now be the good little boy I know you are." </span>When he tried to snarl in response she drove the spear in further and lifted him off the ground with it.<span style="color: #a64dff">"Obedience is its own reward, Ras. You obey your family and friends. You will obey. Because if you don't, I'm going to take this spear and run through your family. Maybe I'll even start with Amere, I heard she's pregnant?" </span>The room shook with an explosion of energy from Ras, rage and hate shaking the building to its foundations but Vyre remained unmoved.<span style="color: #a64dff">"He's all yours, Susan."</span>She pulled the weapon free and let him slump to the floor.<span style="color: #a64dff">"As stubborn as Ras can be, severe blood loss is a really good way of getting a berserk Troll to calm down. And whatever he may actually be, his body is still a Troll's. I trust you can get in and keep him down, priestess?"</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>