"Rules are made to be broken." Ophidian hissed as the thug squealed, eyes closed...before looking up to see something was shoved in his face that smelled...really...<br/><br/>FUUUUUNNNNNYYYY....<br/><br/>THWONK. The thug hit the ground as Ophidian resealed his tribal necklace. "Now I'm going to have to get more moonflower seeds..." He admitted with a sigh before turning on Bassil. "Now then...DADDY...you should know I've little problem making you myself an "orphan" if I really felt like it but I think I'll just snap your LEGS." He hissed.