Ama arrives a few minutes later, still not on the best of terms with him, but not entirely frigid, either. "I'm surprised. You'd think by now, word would have made it to them to not try and assault us, here. Maybe we ought to give them a proper show, this time?" she asks, grinning devilishly. "What do you think? Fifty-foot tall image of the goddess, booming voice and all? I certainly have enough memory of her yelling, we could certainly borrow that. Or maybe we just grease the entire trail, and watch them slide down the mountain.