Vyre pulled Ana into her arms and kissed her deeply.<span style="color: purple">"She's a lot of things but she's not dumb enough to hurt you. I think." </span><span style="color: blue">"Before we get to that, Vyre I want to spar with you. But with different rules, the first to hit the other's charge wins."</span><span style="color: purple">"Come again?"</span><span style="color: blue">"I want you to armor up and try to stop me from hitting her."</span>She motioned to Ana.<span style="color: blue"> "And at the same time I have to stop you from hitting Elune. It'll give me a better idea of how to craft your weapons."</span><span style="color: purple">"You're no fighter, you're just a blacksmith with a dumb title."</span><span style="color: blue">"Then there should be no problem running me down."</span>Sahra flashed Vyre a grin and armored up then started walking towards Ana. As Sahra got close Vyre slammed into her with her spear at the ready, silver light glowing brightly from behind her helmet.<span style="color: purple">"Nobody threatens my pets."</span>Sahra closed her visor and soon a clash of steel and energy light up the room though they seemed almost equally matched. Vyre's overwhelming power and controlled strikes being absorbed or deflected by Sahra's shield. After another ten minutes passed Vyre let out a deep snarl and kicked in Sahra's knee, shattering the cap and then speared her through the chest though no blood spilled from the human. After giving the spear a good twist she turned and walked over to backhand Elune.<span style="color: purple">"I want to know why I couldn't kill Azshara. When Susan was going through my memories she uncovered a lot of things I had assumed were lost to age, I was going to kill Azshara but something stopped me and I want to know what."</span>While Vyre was talking to Elune her weapons and armor vanished along with Sahra's and the blacksmith dusted herself off.<span style="color: blue">"Well that was fun, that surge of power wasn't expected though. I'll need to compensate for that in my designs..." </span>She was back at her anvil as though nothing had ever happened and soon shaping a smaller, ridged shield compared to the large, and smooth one she carried.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>