Darth Shemalyah: Only one stands before our victory. It shall be ours. . . As I have foretold.
Brek Nyram: What is your wish, my master?
Batman reads the heat
signatures behind the corner wall. He
presses the trigger and releases. A ray
rips through the detritus and rubble strewn across the room.
Before Shemalyah can
instruct her acolyte, his brains splatter upon the wall, resembling a Jackson
Pollack print.
Batman: No one left,
Shemalyah! Nowhere left to hide!
Darth Shemalyah slowly
moves from her corner. Her eyes burn a
bright yellowish red.
Darth Shemalyah: Shemalyah does not hide.
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