Liliana huffed. "He didn't even have the chance to touch me," she informed him. "I left him in ashes around his gaudy throne room and he the most he could do was beg."

She'd nearly been taken out by friendly fire, thank you very much. Or whatever the Chain Veil was.

*Vessel of destruction...*

She was ignoring you, stupid spirits.

She also very nearly subjected Ignis to a frosty few moments, but her curiosity outweighed her displeasure. "And what in Phyrexia is Stark?" she snapped. "When he offered to help, I didn't know he meant with dying!"