As Saria’s rowboat began to crumble into burnt chunks as she reached the shore, the floor crumbled, and she sank waist-deep into the water, which steamed and sizzled due to her still-present aura of fire. As she stumbled out of the sea, her aura burned the rest of the water away from her armor. 
 
A seething pain gnawed away at her insides, like she had swallowed a handful of razors and chased it with a vat of acid. It clouded her thinking, therefore her only goal was to find her opponent and kill him. She grabbed her phylactery, switching it on and filling the mic with words that practically dripped with rage. 
 
[color=red]“Where’s my enemy, huh? Where is he! Bring me to him, and he will die!”[/color] 
 
Saria coughed, clutching her abdomen, where the acidic pain felt the worst. 
 
[color=red][i]Damn this place. What cowardly monster intends to kill its opponent after it has died? I’m bloody happy that the bastard sunk along with the ship; It can give Rose my regards.[/i][/color] 
 
Seconds passed, and still no answer came from the phylactery. Her frenzy, combined with the burning poison, combined with just plain annoyance and fury began to overwhelm her, and a raging animosity building up within her suddenly burst.
 
She gripped her phylactery with so much force she was surprised it didn’t break. Losing her patience after hearing no answer from the announcer, or anyone at all, she screamed into the little pendant.
 
[color=red]“Do you FUCKING HEAR ME? Tell me where the cheeky bastard is in the next five seconds, or else after I kill him, I’m going to find the college and PERSONALLY SKULLFUCK EVERY SINGLE ONE OF YOU WITH MY FISTS!”[/color]