She grins wickedly at him. "I'd watch your temper,<em>shell.</em>If you destroy me enough that I have to recover... your elf dies, as well. In fact, I might even wear<em>her</em>as a shell, to recover. Wouldn't that be... interesting? Also, please, enough with the toys. If you really want to threaten me, at least threaten me like a<em>proper</em>opponent," she says, a refined, balefire blade appearing in her hand, as well, as the taint level in her rapidly begins to build.