[A very -different- male voice, but the same mystic accent]
Enough, e'nuff t'be trapped wit'in SKIN, an' now trapped wit'in two...

Pox 'n hell on dis city, pox 'n hell 'pon dis body...

Where be Tia, an' where be her face an' hands...?

[ooc: So pissed. Strikes are in an indistinguishable language.]