"Dread Wolf take you, as if this isn't a game to you!" she snaps, temper flaring at last. "Why else do you keep toying with our minds, throwing us in and out of these workds as well as our bodies on a whim!?"

She stalks away, eyes trained on Judgment even as she tries to put distance between them, breathing hard to calm herself.

"And what of these Markings?" She tears off her gauntlet and thrusts her Marked hand towards Judgment, the red lines of the horn stark against her white skin. "You seek to claim us? As your slaves?"