There she is, showing that chilling smile of hers.
Whatever she did she knows she has the situation under control. How or why I ignore it, but I can sense her confidence. She's showing a domineering presence, her back extremely straight.
"It's too late already. The deed is done. How about it, if you guys kneel before me right now, I may just decide to spare you!"
Then I look toward my companion, and we start whispering… *Very furiously whispering*
[Hey, what do we do?]
"I'm really not sure what she's trying to accomplish… but I'm pretty sure she's bluffing. "
[Fair enough, good luck my friend.]
"What do you mean good luck?!"
[I'll have you test that theory of yours right now.]
"Why would I do it? Do you think I have a death wish? It's the God of Order's power we are talking about here!"
[And? I thought you were so strong that he couldn't kill you?]
