[b]The metal sizzles back into place. He chuckles, and lets out booming laughter. Scorch marks appear in the floor, zipping towards the throne at blinding speeds. They converge all at once, and a pillar of fire engulfs the ornamental seat, searing it almost beyond repair. [i][u]"I DO NOT CARE ABOUT YOUR THRONE, NOR YOUR CITY. BUT THE COUNCIL DOES, AND YOU WOULD BE WISE TO TAKE ADVANTAGE OF SUCH MERCY WHILE IT RETAINS ITS SHELF LIFE."[/u][/i][/b]