Ophidian ignored the priest, far too busy crushing Vyre's windpipe with slow measured pressure.<span style="color: green"> "and you were severely injured, if you had told me then you would have been healed then." </span>Ophidian shook his head a little and growled, the scent of venom on his breath.<span style="color: green">"two seconds ago you were fighting with her and now you want me to let her go? after she nearly killed you, insulted everything about you and me?"</span>he snarled as he was crippled before he turned on Nyarien, his eyes darkening and he seemed to be losing his senses.<span style="color: green">"the last time someone did that to me my mother was murdered before my eyes..."</span>Ibara got up quickly and fixed his arm with a flash of her hand and grabbed his muzzle.<span style="color: darkorange">"hey. your putting the life of your daughter and mate in danger."</span>he growled angrily before he started to relax, a faint glow under Ibara's hands.<span style="color: darkorange"> "thats it, let go of that memory, no one is going to kill your loved ones after rendering your strength useless with lowly tricks..."</span>her voce was melodic as she worked and then she walked over to get Syrenka and put her in his arms and he held her close. Ibara turned on Nyarien and glared, speaking clearly in the ancient tongue.<span style="color: darkorange">"you almost got us all killed."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>