He listened to the little speech with a sigh of exasperation. The kid was fast, but Draiss was FAR faster. He simply pointed at the claws, and then snapped his fingers, causing the claws to go out. He spoke like he had all the time in the world, not like someone was charging him with intent on bloody murder. "Another revenge tainted child, overdeities give me strength. I was hoping the first real opponent would be a warrior of renown, a wizard of unparalleled masteries, but no. Some random kid enraged I killed his mother. I will make the assumption that your mother was Verdelet, as I didn't kill many women, probably under some mistaken belief that her memories would be easier to hold onto through one of her own blood, completely ignoring how it actually works. Which was totally like her."<br/><br/>He stepped back, and dodged the first attack by leaning backwards, still talking. "So she whelped you. Did she name you before tossing you to someone else to care for? How about weaning you, did she do that? I know she didn't raise you, that would require her to stop trying to kill things for thirty seconds."<br/><br/>The weapon was still not up in a guard position, all of his energy devoted to dodging and talking, enraging his opponent to the point where he could kill him quickly and painlessly. He wouldn't leave him alive, too great a chance to turn around one day and see him with those balefire claws in one of his mates or children.