Runa's mask began to glow. "Same to you." Any part of the Xir'algath touching his body would begin to rapidly decay. As soon as he could get out of the grip, Runa twirled around in the air, sending energy blasts every which way to get the attackers back away from them. He then turns to Mark. "Thank you, little one." He said. "But don't get sentimental yet, we've got business to attend to!"