Gabranth didn't even turn around as he heard the haughty and overconfident voice of the witch behind him. Still, he turned his head just enough to where he could see her out of the corner of his eye through his helmet. "Fly away, little bird. I'm in no mood to exchange words with the likes of you." Apparently when he called her a bird, he was referring to her wings, which were in no way shape or form attached to her clothing in any way. She certainly had some nerve to come here and start trying to provoke the rather rage filled judge. Still, he knew that the object of his wrath and vengeance would not be a fellow warrior of chaos, but rather the forces of Cosmos... It was one of their number that had caused him to spend so much time in those damned pits in the first place, with his only companions being pure pain and the thoughts of his repeated failures. All those times Gabranth had been fueled by overconfidence and certainty that he wouldn't lose to such a tiny petlike creature as Shantotto... Now all that was left in his heart was pure rage, unlike anything he had ever felt before.<br/><br/>It would be different this time, it had to be.