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Diana raised an eyebrow at the stop sign, her glare piercing at Michael. "Michael, get the f*ck out of the way. This is no time to grow a pair. I'm really angry now." Diana hissed, still seething as she hovered, her eyes wary of the trap underneath her feet. The standoff seemed to go for an eternity (when in fact it was a couple of seconds) before Diana's demeanour changed. The presence of Michael made Diana rethink things a little. Michael was a bit naive, but not a bad kid after all. "Fine, Michael, have it your way." She didn't want to revel on this. Her magic seemed to go down as she landed a bit of ways away from the trap. "This creep over here." She began to talk pointing at Cross. "Stalked me. Then decided to act friendly with me, locked me up and then tried to insist in doing funny business with me." She told loud and clear to her acquaintance. "So he got burnt cause he cannot read the mood. At all." 

Diana began to walk away towards the exit. "Tell Clara Erdrigan that she [i]owes me[/i] for her misdeeds have hurt my family. And I will enact this [i]toll[/i] one way or another." Diana spared a glance to Cross. "Diana Graeca, Witch of Bones." She finally said to Cross, before allowing the mangled snake to crawl beside her. "Next time work on your speech, as I was risking life and limb fighting cultists during the attack."