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Meztli nodded at the man keeping his face still. The calm on his face seemed to propel the man further. Something wasn't right with the way the man moved, he was trying too hard. Too hard to keep himself under control or...?

"You would think I fear you." The man continued. "That I fear the truth? That I would sit in this cage and cower. That is not the way of the Electorate. We," the man said bringing his face so close to the bars that his flesh almost touched it, "rule here. Our word is law. We were once ruled by tyrants. Monarchs who ruled on blood and fear and we replaced them with law and order. They were the most powerful beings and the force of the mob toppled them from power. Rule and law with the electorate at its head choked their rivers of power and they succumbed to justice and truth." The man was getting more animated now, Meztli noted the spittle forming at the corners of his mouth. "You come seeking to conquer us, but we are a multitude that will not be conquered. If my life be lost my will shall live on. I will live to see you pay for the lives that you have stolen."

"Payment is always required when a life is stolen." Meztli responded with a voice devoid of emotion. He walked closer to the bars of the man's cell, close enough for the two to have touched had they simply extended their arms. "There is always a balance, be it now or in death the scales will be balanced." Meztli reached out and grabbed the man’s right hand, as it gripped the bar. With a yelp the man in the cell attempted to jump away from Meztli. The man’s body flew through the air, but Meztli’s grip was iron, and the man’s body jerked against the grip and fell slack against the bars with crack of bones.