Oh, please. You are? Do you even know what you think "justice" is?

[she says it with literal air quotes, tail swishing as she scoffs and steps forward. one step closer to him. another.

behind her, within the flames of the furnace, shadows flicker and fade. faint whispers emanate from them, but nothing can be picked out of the hushed murmuring; meanwhile, the launcher glows brighter, and shadowy wings made of burning red and black energy unfurl from her back.]

But hey. If you think you're really ready, then-

[wis'adel holds up three fingers.]

Three...