Yasira's face twisted in fury as she spat out her words, blood dripping from her lips.
"You think we're cowards?" she hissed, her voice full of venom.
"You think the Asura are weak, that we're afraid of you? You have no idea what we've sacrificed, what we've done to keep this world from tearing itself apart!
"You don't understand the burden we bear, how we hold this balance together while your kind—savages—destroy everything they touch!"
Her body trembled with rage, her eyes blazing with hatred as she forced herself to speak through the pain.
"You mock us, Lyerin, but we are the ones who shaped this Earth. We are the ones who fought the wars, who bled and died so that your pathetic tribe could live in their little bubble, unaware of the true horrors that lie beyond your understanding."
Lyerin merely watched her, the corner of his mouth twitching with amusement, his grip on her head firm.