[When she arrives, Frisk may be forgiven for thinking she's less a princess and more an angel of justice.
She wears a long, flowing dress, lightly covered with leather armor. In one hand, she carries a spear, the head glowing with holy light. In the other, she carries a dagger, unmagical, yet sharp- Cruelly practical. Her eyes are covered by a black cloth, and she is guided by an elderly Japanese man, who murmurs something to Camiel as they stop.]
Know, Invader, that your surrender has not yet been accepted. I seek understanding, but I will not allow that desire to risk my people. Should you move with ill intent, Azra's axe will take your head. Should you speak with ill intent, my spear will take your heart. Do you understand and accept this, Invader?
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She wears a long, flowing dress, lightly covered with leather armor. In one hand, she carries a spear, the head glowing with holy light. In the other, she carries a dagger, unmagical, yet sharp- Cruelly practical. Her eyes are covered by a black cloth, and she is guided by an elderly Japanese man, who murmurs something to Camiel as they stop.]
Know, Invader, that your surrender has not yet been accepted. I seek understanding, but I will not allow that desire to risk my people. Should you move with ill intent, Azra's axe will take your head. Should you speak with ill intent, my spear will take your heart. Do you understand and accept this, Invader?