Garin frowned and stepped towards her. "You seem to be ignorant of who I am, girl. I am Daesmiir, King of Hell. And you... You will kneel before me." A wall of flames ruptured through the ground, sealing them together. Daesmiir appeared to have no weapons, but he was the King of Hell. His body rippled with scars and gashes from wars long past, though it was starting to bulge and gain a red hue. Now would be the best time to finish it.