[That contrast is going to be what has her stumbling backwards onto the ground again, leaving every last bit of dignity and pride that she had left in her dusty fingerprints upon the goblet.

But oh, she is pissed indeed. She is past the point of mad—so past it that she tries, stupidly, once more to conjure up her magicks. To summon Garuda back, or even a single burst of wind out of pure spite, but there's nothing. Just the ringing silence that follows his words, and the sound of her blood roaring in her ears.

Slowly, she gets to her feet. Again.

Her eyes search this way and that, as if trying to find something—anything—that she could use to either distract him or throw at him or to take him down, but the room that they stand in is wide and nearly empty, save for the one treasure in his hand.]

I am not defeated!

[Yes, she is.]

You are lucky that you belong to the Royal Fortune, Paladin... but know that I have wings, and you do not.