>My eyes gleam out from under my mail hood and coif
"You have no idea who you are up against, heretic"
<He stands there [M e n a c i n g]
>Music stops, the pope looks on
"This place reeks of the sin of modernism"
>presents sword
"I must end this"
<He begins to emit a dark aura [N a u s i a]
<starts to fly into the air and presents a flaming blade
"so be it"