A gleaming outline of scales appeared around Phanuel, and a wicked grin on her face grew as she cackled. "I didn't think this was important, but I wanted to show you how futile your efforts are!"
She played with the blades in her hands. "A gift from me to you. Of course, I wouldn't dare go any further than this."
Phanuel pointed to her eyepatch, which was cracking. "To showcase the power of the Lesser Aetree, of the Aetree Speakers which your kind have sworn to aid."
The small lady pointed her sword, Sunder, at the Dahg. "You have no right to question us! It was we who defeated the Formorians; it was us who remade the lands so that all could live happily. And you reject that? Call upon falsehoods and incorrect analogies. For shame, it seems Verichiel was right; this world needs to know who their saviors are."
"Where were your kind when Apollyon attacked? Was it not the Seven who defeated them? Not any of you."