Fyroh sighed. "Looks like I'm gonna have to get a few answers from Olhal. He approached Olhal.
"Olhal. I know you know something about my parents's death. Tell me what you know, please..."
Olhal tried to look suprised. "I've told you, there's nothing I know except for the fact that they're dead-"
"Shut up!!" Fyroh was angry again. He drew a dagger and held it to Olahls neck. "Tell me what you know, *****!!"
Olhal smiled. "Oh, Fyroh, I didn't know you hated me enough to have to threaten me for answers. Xor killed your father. Now, get the **** off." He created a small explosion, knocking Fyroh back. "I'm sorry. But we'll talk when you've decided to trust your friends." He jumped, and two jets of flame propelled him like a jetpack, and he landed on the top of the building.
Fyroh got himself to his feet; the explosion hadn't harmed him too badly, just sent him to the floor. "Curses!" he shouted. "I'm going to KILL XOR!!"