Boiling blood

In a moment of desperation and frustration Zagreus gripped his sword incerdibly tight nearly breaking the handle, and in his rage his body lit up in flames burning away all the gas and causing an explosion so big it blows the chambers gate open.

Zagreus: You rotten witch! You though you could take me that easily?

The princes rage struck fear into the witch as she fell backwards onto the floor with trembling legs and tears in her eyes she had but one option. Beg.

Witch: I... please i didnt mean anything by it i swear dear prince i beg of yo-

Zagreus: Silence! You exploited me when i was friendly and cordial. I hope you can handle me when im not.

The prince raises his sword up high ready to strike down the vile witch. The witch however pounces on his leg crying and begging for him to show even the slightest bit of mercy.

Zagreus: Ugh what a bother. Fine, ill show you mercy but there will be punishment.

Witch: Yes of course! Whatever you see fit!

Zagreus has a wicked smile on his face and the witch can only hope he isnt as harsh as his father.