[b][I]Raven Rivers[/i][/b]

Raven took the shot Ziska had made so much easier for him, and his five LRMs streaked through the air, each one striking the enemy Firestarter and causing explosions that bloomed across the area, cracking the armor of the enemy's right torso. Then he hailed the Crimson Fists over open comms, his voice firmer, calmer, and yet somehow more fiery than when he had lost his cool during their first fight.

"Ha! For all your bluster and shit-talking, you are no match for the originals, the one and only Green Knights! You spoke with my voice yet you know [i]nothing[/i] of what true grief, true despair was! Now face [i]judgment[/i]; for today is the day you will know what it is like to lose hope, to have what you love be taken away from you!"

[i]For Katrina, for Andrew, for everyone in Fort Tie Shan,[/i] Raven thought to himself as he watched the Firestarter suffer under the impact of the Green Knights' blows before remarking, "But what you guys love are your lives, aren't they? That and coin? You have no families, none whom you love more than your skin and dirty money, otherwise you would not take advantage of a [i]grieving father's words![/i]."

The rise in pitch was strategic, both sincere yet played up to hit as hard as it could as Raven continued, "If you won't bring out the Fire Witch to be burnt at the stake, dance for me! You will all make fine entertainment for our folk trapped in Fort Tie Shan, as well as the relatives of the folk you set on fire - So dance for our amusement... One. Last. Time!"

[i]Now despair, rage, plead... Or try and fail to get under our skins even as you perish. Hopefully, the Devil won't take care of his own... Not today.[/i]