I shall gladly face off against you on any occasion, priestess.

However, I do hope that the ending is more interesting than the last time we fought upon the clouds, during which you begged your angel to slay herself for you, and then promptly fled back to the city from whence you came.

Regardless of the result of our battle, do remember that one soldier does not an army make. I would have expected a priestess of the Light to understand that not everything in this world is about her, and perhaps to have some semblance of manners. Alas.

In Service,

Xinna
Dread Emissary

Penned by my hand on the 18th of Phaestian, in the year 668 AF.