Once Karrie's fire had left the Death Knight's blade nothing more than a pile of destroyed runes and metal she looked back at Rachel.<span style="color: Red">"If I felt hitting you did something I wouldn't waste my time yelling at you. I'd much rather hit you then go back to snuggling in your arms while you think about what you did. Yelling at you and watching you cower like this only makes me angrier, you're a death knight and I expect you to be strong. If I wanted someone to turn into a whimpering bitch I would have fallen in love with a Gnome or Blood Elf."</span>She shook her head and looked down at Rachel.<span style="color: Red">"If you fuck up again I'll hit you, you've been punished enough. I'm still going to go beat up some whores in Silvermoon to cool off, you're going to talk to one of the demons here and find a way to apologize for all of this since I can't count on you to make it right."</span><br/><br/>"For the time being, considering the pain is growing exponentially I can't imagine I'll be awake much longer. Why?"<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>