<span style="color: #8000ff">"I'm fine... I swear I'm fine... I don't want this, just let me go please... All I know how to do is fight, why don't you get that? I'm useless for anything except fighting!" </span>"Huh, I haven't seen this side in a while. Let me guess, you called her weak? Vyre you've always been weak, without your armor you're as threatening as Amber and probably just as dangerous. Do you even know how to swing a spear or is it all that magical armor fighting your battles for you?" He looked at Ashia and sipped his beer while Vyre began to shake with rage. "I've never been that desperate. I've dealt with her at her worst and you're going about this all wrong. Let her go." Vyre was glaring at Ras with murder in her eyes and through the link Ashia could feel the Elf's murderous intent. "Trust me, I'll get her through this little roadblock you've reached but then I'll probably need a teleport home. I'm without Elune's power to sustain me so I'm a little weaker than normal right now." His gaze shifted back to Vyre who was panting and struggling against Ashia's grip.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>