"Been a while old tree!" I spit.

"Angnar, King of Fire." Althael says.

"Pleasure once again. Your foolish seal has at last been broken." I say.

"If it took you that long, how would it have been foolish?" Athael asks.

"Ouch! So precise." I say. 

I ignite fire in my hands. I look around.

"Nice crowd. One little girl, one little boy, a man with a shameful hairdo." I say.

"Shameful?! Oh! How dare you!" The man growls.

"And... oh, the one I have been looking for." I point my hand behind Althael.

His eyes narrow and he takes a sword out of his glove. I walk forward.

"You look less tree-like." I say.

"Is that a compliment?" The son asks.

"Eh. Depends." I say.

"Do not get near my son Angarn." Althael says.

"And so, what if I do?" I ask.

"Then you will be torn apart." Althael pulls out a staff.

"Wood? Really? Haven't you ever heard fire's favorite meal is wood?" I raise an eyebrow.

"It is not just wood." Athael says.

"Come on, why must we fight? It didn't bode well to this world the last time." I gesture.

"I will not make the same mistakes again." Althael says.

"Neither will I." I say.