Elohim was not put off by the display of anger, it was something she had come to expect when interacting with fleshlings.  Their emotions always seemed to run high, and those very same feelings always seemed to cause their thoughts to become muddled.<br/><br/>The emphasis on the word now only served to further her postulation that Damain was allowing foolish emotion to drive him instead of logic.<br/><br/>“Now?”  She said her head cocking to one side.  “What can now mean to someone who has lived as long as you?  Have you not yet learned the virtue of patience?  Our horde is limitless, what does a single defeat matter in comparison to the losses that our retinue would inflict upon the humans, even if they themselves were wiped out?  Can we not simply call fourth another unit of demons and send them fourth again, and again?  You do not want victory, you boil for blood nothing more . . .    It is apparent by the obvious rage written upon your face.”<br/><br/>She turned away momentarily to watch Corrine enter, her head lowered slightly almost as if in a bow, causing gold locks with the faintest metallic shimmer to fall in front of her eyes.  The artificial strands were soon brushed away by a metallic hand.  Her gaze then returned to Damian.<br/><br/>“I want it understood that I would like nothing more then to enter the fray, particularly against the Brigade’s own automation.  I have the urge to take the relic apart to see how it works, but . . .  combat for the sake of combat is a useless endeavor.”<br/><br/>(Yes,  I did choose the name on purpose)