"Half-Brother", Anatole spoke. "Sithelerine, your old friend Anatole is here to stop you!" Anatole stated. . . he looked like an old decrepit man with his staff but he ran at a speed that caused a cheetah's blitzkrieg to pale in comparison. With his wild eyed passion he brought down dragon's from the sky, their heads slithering at bullet speed through the world where Sithereline resided. These beasts, conjured through Anatole's hand gestures, breathed their steel melting breath onto their enemy, who could rival the power of entire Pantheons. Anatole then lept on top of Sitheriline. "Family reunions are always so brutally awkward, aren't they?"