[Koltira lifts his head, growling, at this proclamation. His mind is a cacophony of rage and conflicting desires -- to attack, to run, to leap on Bariyan and tear him apart -- but what he knows most clearly is that there's an axe coming down on him, fast. He raises Byfrost above his head to block the strike, then pushes himself up and forwards. His voice is gravel, ragged and dark with anger.]
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The Light can't do a bloody thing for me.