Kitori only smirked as she was grabbed.<span style="color: DarkOrange">"You seem to forget... the goddess' magic doesn't protect you from... me."</span>She pulled a dagger from her tunic and drove it into his wrist like a knife through butter. "Ophidian, put my daughter down now. Kit, don't cut off his hand, he needs that one."<span style="color: DarkOrange">"I'm fine... he's just giving me more of... a reason to turn his hide into boots... Now be a good snake and put me down, I don't want any bloodshed around my sisters." </span>She narrowed her eyes and slowly twisted the blade until his hand was forced to loosen its grip and she rolled away.<span style="color: DarkOrange">"You can treat my mother like that, Ophidian, you can treat her like that,"</span>She nodded to Kitori as she rubbed her throat.<span style="color: DarkOrange">"But I can and will tear you apart long before you get your hands on me if you think I'm just going to roll over for you because you think you're some hero of the Elves."</span>The older Kitori moved between the two and sighed angrily.<span style="color: DarkRed">"Knock it off, both of you. There are children here, if you touch her again I'll never speak to you again Ophidian. And you, I don't know or care who you think you are but-"</span>"She's not one of your soldiers Kitori, she's my daughter." The former commander noticeably paled at the voice and turned to look at Ras for the first time, a combined look of shock and horror.<span style="color: DarkRed">"You... you're."</span>"Yep, now go back to Ophidian and pull that dagger out before he hurts himself."<br/><br/>The druid smirked with a nod as she began to pound the warden faster and harder.<span style="color: DarkOrange"> "Mmm, oh is that so? Well I guess I'll have to pull out all the stops and really make you scream."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>