[That was unexpected. And uncomfortable. The shadow Celestia seems to burn and tear, leaving only ragged scraps of shadow to drift through the air.]
[Riddler straightens, grip turning vicelike on his cane.]
It isn't. I've discarded it, like anything else unnecessary. I do not beg.
[The ribbons of shadow suddenly change, catching the light of the far-away streetlamps. That's the only warning the Princess would get before they hurtled down at her, a hundred pitch-black scythes.]
no subject
[Riddler straightens, grip turning vicelike on his cane.]
It isn't. I've discarded it, like anything else unnecessary. I do not beg.
[The ribbons of shadow suddenly change, catching the light of the far-away streetlamps. That's the only warning the Princess would get before they hurtled down at her, a hundred pitch-black scythes.]