I have fought gods, you jumped-up little shit of a brainworm. I have made Angels bleed. You?

You are someone's nightmare whispering in his ear that he's not strong enough to beat you. And any other day, you might be right. Hell if I know. But remember this, Kraang, when you skulk back into the dark corners of Leon's mind where all his worst fears like to hide:

You will never be strong enough to beat me.

Burn, you fucking scum. Burn.

[she bares her teeth, internal and otherwise, and where her hand touches pink flesh, black flame licks to sweltering life.]