Tyzias shrugs. Now this? This was a good opportunity to get some shit off her chest. And even she knew that villains always let the heroes monologue back if they were given the chance. Hopefully she'd give the others more time to prepare for... whatever's coming next.

"That scans." She pauses, rubbing the back of her neck. "I had somebody just like you on my home world. The Condesce. Massive bitch. She loved fucking with everybody just for the sake of messing with us, of seeing us suffer. She had a justification too. Conquering the galaxy for all of trollkind.

"Except that's bullshit. Just like all the crap that just spewed out of your mouth.

"You don't care about the suffering of everybody. You don't care about this pseudo-philsophical fuckery about life and death. No. You just like inflicting the same pain, the same emptiness deep inside you on everybody else. You're just like that.

"And like I said before. This stops today. Right here, right now." Tyzias points her sword at Rama, but she's putting most of her attention on the edges of perception, up at the sky. They were all fucked if Bahamut came down along with whatever Kalki had in store for them.