He laughs, a crazed, demonic cackle. "I never insulted your precious goddess. I insulted [i]you[/i], you unworthy, crawling, pathetic scrap of a man." He draws two long knifes, almost big enough to double as swords. "Shame on your goddess. Shame that she must rely on one such as you. She deserves something more than a fanatic." His weapons glow red hot, matching the color of his eyes. "You want to fight a demonborn? Then fight me!" His tail secretly draws a dagger, and slides under the table, hiding the third blade.