He glared at her, as he landed where in front of the fountain, before punching his fist into the ground, and began directly sapping the magical force of the land upon which he stood. "You know, ever time someone tells me I should be grateful, all they succeed in doing is pissing me off. If you want my help, try ASKING first. I tend to be a do-gooder. It is when I am forced that I tend to go all out.<br/><br/>And what about magic, antimatter, and iron? Is that as nasty as I think it is, or is all that information from a knowledge domain pure shite?"<br/><br/>He was not amused, and was suspecting that she wasn't either. Draining the magic of the land beneath him was not working as well, so he contacted the avatar that was attached to the genis loci of his death world, and ordered orbital stations one through five into position above him, twenty miles high. He was informed that they would all be in position within two minutes, even as he sensed portals opening. "How about you tell me why I should be amused that someone stole from me, and why you are furious that someone was playing with your followers? If I wanted, I am fairly sure that I could have flattened this town within seconds, though I will cheerfully admit that such an action is not my style."