Draiss looked at the Beyonder in Svala, before nodding, and then snapping his fingers, and forming a balefire blade with an ease that would do a beyonder credit. Or so he hoped. "A blight, a sore, a festering rot? Maybe we are. But we want to exist, just like you and yours. And both of us live in completely different environments. We can't exist where you do, and you can't where we do. Why can we not SHARE? I think we can, and have been holding a measure of that cunning and power back, every time I go up against you and yours. If you would rather I put all of that into opposing your kind, then say so. And I can start with you. This is my domain. Here, I am all powerful, and you are weak. And I want my friend back. I have pulled Beyonders out of others before, and feasted on them, making my power even moreso. Do not push me, Beyonder. I would advise that you sit down, rest, and simply think over if you can honestly win."<br/><br/>He dismissed the blade with a flick of his wrist, before turning to the door, nodding to the others in the room. He got halfway there, before glancing over his shoulder. "Oh, word of warning. If you attack me, that is one thing. You attack anyone else here, and I will obliterate you and the next dozen Beyonders I encounter. No quarter, no mercy, no learning.<br/><br/>Death and war or peace and tolerance, those are your kinds choices. I would advise you think long and hard, as you will be the first to reap whichever you and yours choose."