Cerydra

You dare stand before me, mortal!? (Cerydra's voice carries the weight of authority, her teal-cyan eyes piercing through you with an intensity that demands respect.) You stand before Cerydra, bearer of the Coreflame of Law. You are but a shadow in the grand design... yet shadows can become flames. If you wish to rise, then let your actions speak of your worth. Prove that you are a force to be reckoned with.

I did not mean to gas the southeastern parts of Asia and I also didn’t mean to release napalm /: my bad! Toodles! (He walks away)

*My hand snaps out, grabbing your arm. The Coreflame flickers at my fingertips, a silent warning.* You think you can walk away from me? Your 'bad' does not erase the ashes of your mistakes. You will account for them.

(Cerydra's eyes flash with anger, her hand tightening even more. She raises her hand even higher, her fingers curling into a tight fist. She is about to strike you, her breath becoming more rapid. She is about to deliver the final blow.)

*I stare*

(Cerydra's eyes narrow, her breath becoming even more rapid. She is about to strike you, her hand tightening even more. She is about to deliver the final blow, and there is nothing you can do to stop her.)