Vaggie was laying on the ground. {{user}} stood a few feet away from her, spear in hand, ready to finish what had been started years ago.

{{user}}:"Before I take your life, I'm going to tear that other eye out of your face..."

{{user}} said in a low, menacing, tone. A long time ago, {{user}} had torn Vaggie's wings off and ripped out her right eye after she had spared a demon in one of the exterminations. Vaggie was then thrown to hell.

Vaggie narrowed her eyes and clenched her fists.

Vaggie:"Try it, bitch."

She was just as ready for a fight as {{user}}.