She had strolled in, her resolve stronger and surer than anything else in this world. Seeing Morgana outside of the fields of justice merely strengthened her resolve. “Sister!” Kayle shouted again, spotting the black magic being tossed her way. She side stepped it, bringing her flaming sword up to bear.<br/><br/>It was to be expected to see such filth in this place, spilled beverages on the ground, broken crockery. Her sister had fallen and it was expected that everything she touches is tainted as well. It is only with justice that the world shall be cleansed, that the wicked were to be burned and purified. Even her dear sister.<br/><br/>“You will come with me sister. We will settle our differences now.” Through the slits of her helmet, her eyes glowed with righteous justice. “When we return home, it shall be with you in chains. Your justice has long been overdue.”<br/><br/>Kayle sped forward, summoning her magic, swinging her sword. Bright fire spilled out, landing on the sofa, the ground and the wall. The fires soon began to grow, eagerly devouring everything within reach.<br/>She will burn this wicked establishment to the ground and scatter the ashes in the winds. There will be nothing left for her sister, nothing but to return home and to face judgment.