She let us hit because we goofy? No. She let us hit because we are Sencens Himaril, Grand Mage of the Silver City, and heir to the throne of the Underworld. You have captured us and brought us here today, at a great loss of your own life, energy and materiel because you fear us. In fact, your entire existence, is fear. You serve unloving masters who turn a blind eye to you, out of fear, with nothing more to show for it. And out of that fear, you have committed to binding me, Sencens, with the highest degree of blood magic, and bringing me here, to A-4, so that with yet further bloodshed, you can banish my very soul from my body. Utter fools. I have spent a thousand years of half-life in the Plains, and still I emerged whole, and with the added gift of Sight. You are cowards of the worst order, as you fear killing me and invoking a curse, yet you have no qualms about sacrificing your own acolytes to bind me. However, either way, your effort is for naught. You have further slipped your hand by allowing me, us, to speak freely, knowing what sort of spell I might weave into our words, but the truth is, you were fatally doomed from the start. One thousand years is a long time to plan, and by the grace of the True Immortals, I can assure you that any soul who stands here willingly tonight is living not fifteen minutes more. Now, then, do your worst. You will find that my bite is much, much, worse than my bark.
