"I dunno, given enough hate and the proper opportunity she could do some real damage. I don't think she would though, she wouldn't put Ibara at risk like that... well as long as she doesn't recognize her own family she wouldn't. Although I'm suddenly tempted to tell them that they're related just to watch the fireworks." He laughed softly and took a drink of Elune's juice. "What can I say, some men just want to watch the world burn. I don't think Ophidian knows that either and for all we know his father might not be alive anymore. Blackfathom, where he his egg was stolen from, has been raided countless times." His laughed stopped instantly and he looked away for a moment. "I suppose I should save Vyre for Ibara's sake, but what do you think?"<br/><br/>As Ophidian worked to tend to Vyre's wounds the other tips of her trident began to emerge, tearing open more wounds in her back. The battle maiden's eyes slowly opened again but she seemed to be fading in and out of consciousness.<span style="color: purple">"I won't... die... I'm not that lucky... another three thousand years... stuck in this hell..." </span>She let out a ragged breath and looked back at Ophidian.<span style="color: purple"> "You... can't pull them out... you have to push them through, they're designed to do near fatal... damage when pulled out... but they'll pass through with mini...mal damage." </span>With what little energy she had she twisted as much of her body as she could so Ophidian could more easily remove the spikes.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>