The Judge grunts as Fayt kicks him, stumbling backwards. His arms wheel as he attempts to keep his balance - and he manages, if barely. He draws his humongous greatsword, clearly ornate even in the dimness of the room illuminated only by indirect moonlight. Despite its length and girth, he brandishes it with one hand as he looks around for the man he clearly felt kick him. "Who goes there? Show yourself!"

He points the sword at the cowering princess, who has drawn the covers up and over her as if to shield herself from his verbal assault. "You! A sorceress, eh? The blood of the Dynast-King truly does course through your veins...cease this resistance and I'll not cease its flow!"

"Y-you're a Judge," comes a shaking voice from behind the covers. "W-why are you here? The treaty...."

The only response is harsh laughter as the gigantic man advances on the princess' bed.