Xor looked shocked; then caught the glint in their eyes, and played along. "Yes, thats right..." he replied. "How has my nephew been?" he asked sincerely with a kind smile on his face; something hard for a battle worn man such as Xor. Olhal took the opportunity to move away from the titan quite quickly, and felt a strong surge of hatred inside himself... allowing himself to be drunk like that, being so insensitive to Kabe... He blasted a fireball into the ground in anger; with a little more force than expected, and blasted himself a few metres into the air. He landed with a loud thud, and got to his feet, unaware of what had caused that extra power within him... for the gem in his sabre was gone, which logically meant he should be weakened... perhaps it was just his anger, and lit a match flame, allowing it to dance around him; calming him. If there was one thing he cared for which had never yet let him down, it was flame.