[Saori wasn't in a mood for games herself. She was willing to cooperate, and had done so with other weather gods, but this human wasn't ordinary either. Her brown eyes flashed brilliant green as a ring of ball lightning surrounded them. She didn't want to fight, she just wanted answers and a lot less lip. But if she had to...]

I know not of any Bright Lady. What I do know is that you are mortal and I am a god. You are young, and all too human. I ask that you stand down, and answer my questions and then ask your own.

[She assumes a martial stance, her feet resting easily on streamers of wind. Her voice is softer, silk wrapped in steel]

Though, if you wish to contest me and seek answers in the heart of battle, I will oblige.