Ishtar
Taunt:
- Agony shall be my paint. You shall be my canvas.
- Are you listening? We’re going to conduct a symphony of pain… my dear.
- Aaah, your screams are sweet music…
- Hahaha! Breaking heroes is my specialty.
- Come closer, little mortal.
- You will die, I will (enjoy/ensure?) it.
- Mmmmmm, I can smell your sweet terror…
Issuing a Move Order:
- Hide under the bed sheets, and maybe I’ll go away.*
- Quick! What’s another synonym for exquisite?
- So much has changed, and yet so little.
- Bowing before me will extend your life by… at least a few moments.
- Ahh, I’m glad to stretch my legs.
- Bow before your queen.
- Hahahaha, flee before me.
- Let the dark in.
- You’re dead.
- The blade of old walks free again.
- I am the bump in the night.
- When you pray for aid, I am the voice that whispers… no.
- It’s good to feel the light of the sun again.
- Ah! Hahahahahaha!
- Your death approaches.
- Doom approaches.
- I was caged in a holy reliquary, not an ash tray. They are different.
- War, war never changes.
Issuing an Attack Order:
- Evil-type laughter
- You will find me most discreet.
- Now, scream for me.
- Brings the survivors to the chambers. I’ll enjoy them later.
- I will ruin you to perfection!
- Mm, ahahaha
- I long for the music of your misery.
- Does this hurt? Hahaha, excellent.
- Shoo.
- Ohh, you’re adorable!
- I’m not a sadist, I just enjoy others’ pain! Wait, I guess I am a sadist. I guess today I learned.
- Your forebearers couldn’t stop me, and neither could you.
- I love the music of your misery.
- Has anyone ever told you you look magnificent in red?!
- I will be the death of you.
- Your agony is precious.
- I will (taste?) your sweet anguish
Unlocking Ultimate:
- This world’s reprieve… has ended.
- This is why they sealed me away!
- The blades of the old world are unsheathed!
Idle:
- I am inevitable.
- These blades? Aww, they shouldn’t frighten you. So long as you can run fast enough.
- No nation shall be spared my scourging.
- being condemned to the Nether is a kindness.
- Oh, even your worst nightmares left you ill-prepared for me.
- Oh, sweetie… I am so much worse than you can ever imagine.
- I preferred the sky before it was fouled by smokestacks.
- Ahh, after 10,000 years I’m free!
- Well, my chief interests are pain, suffering… and calligraphy.
- My eyes will beguile you. My blades will defile you.
- Look upon me and despair!
- Hmm… huhhaha
- Ohhh, yes!
Receiving Damage:
- Euhn!
- Ouch!
- Oo! Ohhoho…
- Resistance? How quaint.
Death:
- I’ll enjoy this brief reprieve.
- You merely delayed the inevitable.
- This is nothing. You are nothing.