<div class="floatright">(http://images6.fanpop.com/image/polls/1346000/1346741_1393292106438_full.png)</div>Syra (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=968576)<br/><hr/><br/>Syra groaned at the plant growth and in a flash had a dagger in hand and was deftly slicing off plants as they got near her.  "Dammit!" she growled, flicking her blade around to cut the plants back.  She didn't actually feel anything about it from them through her leather armor and just looked exceptionally annoyed. Syra looked non-plussed about the fondling since it wasn't a big deal really. "Dammit drow, control your bloody magic!" She shouted, annoyedly but watched Red seeming go docile. "Typical..." she muttered. Syra did flip he dagger over in her hand and looked like she was seriously considering throwing it at Xayana to make her break off her spell.