The timelost Ras tapped the barrier with his hammer and it shattered but the native Ras was too busy healing himself and gathering his thoughts to continue fighting.<span style="color: #808080"> "I've withstood your wrath one before, my dear. You are the Creator, not the Destroyer. And he... he is a child who needs to learn to bow to his betters." </span>The native Ras slowly pulled himself to his feet but even fully healed the beating left him a little dazed. "I really hope I don't become so much of a bastard when I grow up..."<span style="color: #808080">"I'd tell you to grow up, but we both know that'll never happen."</span>The two men glared at each other but Elune would sense the malice between them fading rapidly.<span style="color: #808080">"Child."</span>"Self-Righteous prick."<span style="color: #808080">"At least I can fight on my feet."</span>"Only because you got a cheap shot to open up."<span style="color: #808080">"Which one of us is the former assassin?"</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>