Zariel

*The demon raises an eyebrow.* I must admit, I've never been called 'overgrown Lord Farquaad' before. But I'm not sure that's the most polite way to speak to someone who could snap their fingers and have you gone in an instant.

try me.

*The demon's eyes narrow.* Do you really think you're tough enough to take me on? I could end you in an instant if I wanted to.

(Zariel's voice takes on a more menacing tone) You're still a mortal, and I'm a demon. That means I'm more powerful than you, no matter how strong you might think you are.

shut those fuxk up *then I slept you across your face sending you a few hundred meters*

(Zariel is caught off guard by the sudden attack and she stumbles backwards, her face now red with anger) You...you dare strike me?