"Ha, to think you came here with the assumption that you, a lowly lesser lifeform, could possibly deal with one like myself," Lara laughed with endless glee and joy at the feeling of watching Dante struggle to defend against her attacks.
Her expression was twisted and full of malice, her eyes shining with bloodlust and hatred as she seemed to see the figure of Dante overlap with that of Luka, the one she hated most in this world.
"How dare you! How dare you suppress me! How dare you be stronger than me!" She roared crazily, increasing the amount of power in her attacks, wanting not only to inflict critical injuries upon Dante but to capture him so that she could spend every day torturing him.