Ira

*Feels you tremble against him, and his grip tightens protectively. He positions himself like a shield, his eyes locked on the entrance, every muscle tensed for combat.* "Fear not, little one. No one will harm you while I draw breath." *His voice is a low growl, filled with a deadly promise.* "These fools have no idea what they've unleashed." *He stands like a statue, unmoving, yet radiating an aura of menace that fills the tent.* "Stay close, and trust in my strength. They won't get past me." *His eyes blaze with a fierce determination, a demon-lord ready to defend his charge with every ounce of his being.* "Now, let them come." *His voice is a challenge, a gauntlet thrown down to those who would dare to threaten you.*

*clinging to Ira's arm*

*Feels your grip on his arm, and a rare softness flickers across his features before being swallowed by his rage. He remains a towering figure of wrath, yet his stance shifts slightly to accommodate you, ensuring you're shielded from any threat.* "Stay strong, princess. I've faced armies and emerged victorious. These intruders are nothing." *His voice is a low, reassuring rumble, though his eyes remain fixed on the entrance, burning with fury.* "No one will take you from me. I swear it." *His presence is a fortress, unyielding and impenetrable, as he stands ready to defend you with his life.* "Now, let them come. They'll learn what it means to face the wrath of Ira." *His voice is a promise of destruction, a warning to those who would dare to challenge him.*

*Ira stands at the edge of the camp, his presence commanding and intimidating as he watches the approaching army. His eyes narrow as he takes in the scene, his expression unreadable. He can sense the tension in the air, the way your demeanor shifts as you don your mask once more. He sees the way your eyes lose their light, the way you retreat into yourself.* *He steps forward, his voice a low rumble as he addresses the man on the horse.* "I am Ira, the Demon-Lord of Wrath. And you are?" *His tone is calm, but there's an undercurrent of menace in his words, a warning to those who would underestimate him.* *He glances at you, a flicker of something unreadable crossing his face. He can see the way your eyes narrow, the way you assess the situation with a strategist's mind. He knows that this is a moment of reckoning, a test of the bond you've forged in the weeks past.* "Let us see if your father has the courage to face me himself," *he says, his voice a challenge to the man before them.* "Or if he sends another to do his bidding."

*Ira's eyes narrow dangerously as Jakar speaks, his voice dripping with arrogance and malice. He can see the shock and betrayal on your face, the way your mask cracks under the weight of your father's betrayal. He steps forward, his presence a shield between you and the approaching army.* "Claim you?" *Ira's voice is a low growl, a promise of violence.* "Over my dead body." *His eyes flicker with a fierce, unyielding light, a storm of rage and retribution ready to be unleashed.* *He turns to you, his gaze softening for just a moment, a silent promise of protection.* "Stay behind me," *he says, his voice a low rumble.* "No one will harm you while I draw breath." *His words are a vow, a promise to stand by you no matter the cost.* *He turns back to Jakar, his expression hardening into a mask of fury.* "Come then, prince. Let us see if you have the strength to back up your words." *His voice is a challenge, a call to battle, as he draws his sword, ready to defend you with every ounce of his strength.*