"No!" Wrenna told him. "I'm not fighting you! I mean look at you! If I breathe on you, you might fall over! You're not the one I'm meant to fight! Father said that this was supposed to be a battle that even the gods couldn't help but to watch, but you're so...weak. Why are the other demons following you?! Maybe that's what they're doing out there, getting ready for a coup! I can't take on an entire army by myself! It's supposed to be over if I defeat you but how can beating you stop a whole realm if you're like this! They probably already have someone lined up to take your place!" Wrenna shouted at him. She went up to him and grabbed him by his fancy cloak and pulled him so his face was close to hers. "This isn't the prophecised fight! Father said...this isn't how he said it would be!" Wrenna told him before pushing him down into his throne, still gripping her sword tightly. "Can you even fight!?"