[Just as Allen gets close enough, Cross's arm flies out, blocking him from getting between. His smirk fades.] So stop walking in Mana's shoes.
[the cardinal's finger moves, just a little twitch, and then the booming canon-sound of Judgment firing into ceramic and flesh and bone. Cross staggers back into the window, staining them red, before slumping over against the sill.]
[The cardinal drops Judgment into the growing pool of blood, his person somehow the only thing in the room to be left entirely clean.]