The multicoloured lightning hisses and crackles around the room, burning far too much of her room than most would be comfortable with. Urgent knocking and babbling sounds from behind the door as the people outside begin to get nervous. When the smoke finally clears (out the window, as if things could be any less discreet), the thing, to your horror, stands. Smoke comes off from its scorched flesh, filling the room with a nauseating stench. It hisses at her again through clenched teeth, most of which are visible through its burned face. "You are the fool here, endeca, if you cannot guess my mistress. Mem has sent me here, you should never have interfered with Es, but it is too late now."
Again it raises its fists, and with terrible efficiency, misses.