User blog comment:HoundTheDestroyer93/Ask The Jaghunds/@comment-30014014-20190713203537/@comment-25808351-20190722210625

“Bring it, you winged little glutton! You know who I am?! I’m Cyndwella! Mistress of Lunalight and greatest Wisp the world has ever known! I once stuffed a man’s boots up his rump! And I don’t mean Schmoopy! Come on ya dill-hooper!” Cyndwella puts up her fists in a fisticuffs fashion, until Marcus wraps an army around her and yanks her away from Gladius.

“Ah, let it go little guy. She’s a fire starter.” Marcus chuckles.

“You buttheaded lust-lord! You interrupted my duel!” Cyndwella who could easily phase out of Marcus’ arms via her ghostly form, strangely sits there and pouts. Kicking her legs and swinging her arms like a spoiled princess.

“Cynd, come here.” Marcus plants a big kiss on Cyndwella’s lips and she goes limp. As he pulls away, she is staring daggers at him.

“I really hate you right now....” She mumbles.