<span style="color: purple">"Because I clearly had a choice in the matter."</span>Vyre shrugged a bit and headed over to the impaled guards.<span style="color: purple">"They brought it on themselves, by the way. I never wanted to fight or hurt anybody, I tried to get away but they came after me." </span>With about as much grace as Ophidian would expect from her, Vyre pulled the spears from the guards with sprays of blood and tended to their wounds with cauterizing flames. The guards screamed more under Vyre's care than they did with the spears through their guts, but there was no denying the effectiveness of her healing abilities, both soldiers on their feet and running away as quickly as possible shortly after. The Elf watched them run with her arms folded and looked back at Ophidian for directions.<span style="color: purple">"Who next?" </span>Several of the guards quickly tried to crawl away from Vyre and to Ophidian, but with many of them having multiple broken bones they weren't able to get away from her cleansing flame.<span style="color: purple">"You still considered having a child with me, regardless of our extreme weak relation. And frankly, if I were still a Naga that offer would still be standing... I'd much rather give a good man like you a child than Ras and be at the mercy of a bitchy goddess."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>