Some of her people's courage began to shake with Namor approaching, so she strode ahead to catch everyone's attention. She stood tall and unafraid and her expression was full of cold and bitter anger while she refused to bow to Namor as he came storming over.
"We are here to communicate with the landers in the only language they apparently respect: warfare," she announced, voice calm and defiant as it carried to everyone present. "Our King is too busy in the bed of a Lander to defend his people and to protect their lives lands and interests. He allows them to pass lip-service promises to stop destroying our way of life and future, then protects them from their own bickering in-fighting. But he will not stand up to save our people." She raised a hand to point out the legions behind her, the betrayal and anger barely contained by military training. "Since he has decreed that we must die for his carnal pleasuring, we have chosen to die with honor and our pride rather than wait for the poisoned and sick oceans to do the job slowly. Perhaps if we ruin their environment and destroy their people then the Landers and their Antlantean lapdog will consider us serious about our rights."