Silver energy radiated from Vyre's armor as her staggered shuffle became a more normal walk as her armor took over for the exhausted Elf.<span style="color: #8000ff">"Fuck you." </span>Her voice was a low growl as she marched back the direction they came even though they were on the far side of the continent.<br/><br/>Bwambi looked at Shauna curiously and shook her head. "The'kal is a man, his mate was Arlokk. Anyways." She took Shauna's hand and pressed it to her abs, the Troll's body feeling like it was straight out of the paladin's wildest fantasies. "I'll get you in a grass skirt eventually. Especially if you're dancing for my god... former god." Bwambi's body could put even Ras' to shame from her lifetime of fighting and apparently exotic dancing training. "But I think we need to refocus on why you're here, now find your rhythm again."<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>