<span style="color: orange">"I'm not going to defend my- or this thing's- actions but I am going to defend my life for Whisperia's happiness. Your time as come and gone Elf, now is the time of mortals and I'm here to usher you into the afterlife. With my bare hands if need be."</span>Karren looked ready to charge the Elf again but stopped to let the beams hit her, each one gaining a sickly green glow before fading harmlessly.<span style="color: orange">"You can't kill me and I'm starting to think it's not worth the energy to kill you."</span>She put her hands together and the snowstorm faded away.<span style="color: orange">"There's a woman, a naga really, named Vyre. I'm going to take her head, you can't save her from me, but after that I think I'm just going to focus on..." </span>The mage staggered a bit and held her head.<span style="color: orange">"Murder does sound so fun... no, seeing Whisperia smile is more fun."</span>She began to argue with herself, speaking in tongues, recognizable as an ancient arcane tongue as she stumbled around with her head in both hands. The mage was like this for almost ten straight minutes before she fell flat on her ass and screamed in frustration.<span style="color: orange"> "I can't fight two wars at once and I can't afford to lose either..."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>