"What do you mean? How many people would die if Echidna and I fought here?" Mesharra glared at Arad, "Countless homes burned, souls snuffed, livelihoods wrecked, dreams crushed, hops vanished. It'll rain blood, no one would be able to take responsibility for such an end." She approached Arad, "What do you say? Hero brought by the goddess, do you think your authority alone could fix that?"
Arad smiled at her, "I'm not saying what you speak of is wrong. I'm saying you don't care." He stood and approached, "You and Echidna are quite similar, both are monsters. She kills for her fancy, and you kill for the royal and nobles's fancy."
"Don't lump with her. We're not the same." Mesharra growled back at him, and everyone could feel the two might start fighting any second now.
