"YES YOU ARE!" she shot back, which wasn't the best comeback but then again, she wasn't the sharpest wit around. "Haha, you wet your pants too," she said, pointing to his damp trousers. She knew it was water, but Wrath was sometimes about as schoolyard bully as you could get.
Then she hit him hard with her essence, wrapping itself around his brain for a mere ten seconds before it resided. She arched a brow at him and said, "I'm not even fucking tired, you fishy cunt." She spat blood into the water around his feet. "That's just a hint of what I can do. Want to collapse into a ball at my feet, squidy fuck?"