Rarity's eyes turned to the prosecutor, cold as ice as she spoke. "As I understand it, a trial is to have a judge, a prosecution, and a defense. This began without a critical part of the process, and I intend to fill the gap." Gate could feel the venom dripping from Rarity's voice, her pointed glare forcing him back. She turned back to the judge, regaining her modicum of decency and poise. "Your Honor, is there a problem with this?"