<span style="color: purple">"I speared your son like a fish and he didn't take it very well, do you want to see what would happen if I turned my anger on you? There's a lot more of you to bleed out." </span>Ras sighed quietly and rubbed his forehead then shook his head. "It'll be a nightmare for you, she'll jump the bone of every warm blooded man she can find until she's either pregnant or it fades, and I haven't a clue how long that'll be. I couldn't ask for any better women in my life right now, at most I'd want a night with your daughter and purely for the sake of curiosity, I'd never want to get her dragged into the madness that is my life." Vyre let out a 'hmph' and looked over at Kalian, though her gaze noticeably drifted towards Ras who was only wearing a pair of shorts and a headband to keep his hair out of his eyes.<span style="color: purple">"Call me whatever, I'll never be a meaningful presence in your life. If I was still a naga and your father was still drooling over me, however... I guess just Vyre works. I don't like titles from anyone but my pets. And you're too young to take as a pet." </span>"I'd kill you with my bare hands if you tried." Shaking his head, Ras conjured an old, rusted out dagger and tossed it to Ashia's feet. "This dagger is every bit as useful as you are, then. I can trust it, it solves problems my bare hands can't, and it's kept my ass in mostly one piece since I was my son's age. I can't think of a situation where I'd ever call on Nyaka, Elune, or Ibara for help, I love those three to death but they're the last people I'd ever go to for help in anything remotely difficult... I guess you have that much going for you, Ashia, I rank you higher than a celestial being, a god killer, and a future Trollish goddess in terms of usefulness."<br/><br/><span style="color: red">"She'll lose her soldiers too, you high priestesses are nothing more to each other than a laughable suicide cult. You aren't friends or family, you tolerate each other for the sake of dying for Ibara's dead dreams. I can, and will, take everything from Valeen if I have to and there's nothing that can be done to stop it. I've gone through every legal loophole, checked every broken and outdated law. What I'm doing, and will do, are completely legal and you can do nothing but sit and hope I fuck up somewhere down the road."</span>She turned on Dra'tha and smirked, a darkness in her eyes unusual for the Draenei as she slowly approached her.<span style="color: red">"She's going to be an expert at losing those she trusts when I'm through with her. I'll break what's left of that woman, reduce her to rubble and ash. And I'll sprinkle the blood of those she once trusted over her when I'm through." </span>Her smirk turned into a twisted snarl and the light in her right eye began to flicker, as if short-circuiting.<span style="color: red">"Oh, Morah? I forgot about her. Well, whatever, I'm sure a woman her size can spare a few bites of porridge to keep you alive for a month... or two. Maybe more, I was thinking about upgrading my desk to something more spacious."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>