A magic-user, huh? Great. And her height was like trying to shoot an arrow at a needle. He'd have to deep-fry the whole roof to get her singed - which hey, Hades was perfectly happy with. If a certain dark sorceress complained, he'd blame it on the domes!

Easy-peasy.

He spun around, the darkness at his base moving smoothly with his motions.

"You know something? I would love, more than anything, to have had something to do with this 'crime' as you put it. Really wish its architect clued ol' Hades in on the game, because it could use some of my..." He fished around for the right word, and when he said it, wisps of smoke exploded from his hands and moved like serpents towards her, harmlessly, and his eyes bulged. "Finesse. Yes, that's right."