Britomart smiled at Jim and nodded.<span style="color: red"> "alright, ill get on that as soon as i get things straightened out with a few more people. oh its not my title going to my head Elf, whats gone to my head is surviving war for as long as i have and being thrown back into it by force and wanting very much to get out of it alive, preferably with Artha's head on a pike."</span>she laughed and shook her head.<span style="color: red">"tell me that when your insides are being introduced to the light of day and mine stay right where they belong."</span>she looked around the camp before she jumped back from a flying spear and turned to fire back, blasting a black hole through the drake who's rider had thrown at her.<span style="color: red"> "your going to have to be better then that you overgrown dogs!" </span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>