[The snake looks at each in turn, tongue flicking out to taste the air.]
Do not think me an eassssy opponent. I will not ssssuffer thossse who abandon their job.
[The voice is mild, calm and a little cold, but as the last word is spoke, the air wavers and the entire godling's form ignites at once. The blaze gains strength and definition, colors brightening quickly to pure white before the Guardian lashes out, a gout of fire sweeping across the floor where the Ophiuchus members had assembled.]