Vilgax Icefire

He was led to one of the cell-cubes. A white-haired prisoner with wicked horns glared coldly into his eyes.

"Ah, Rank 82! The Icefire!" The grunt guardsman gestured to their lordly captive. "He was one of the galaxy's most prolific slavers. We lost thousands of lives trying to capture him--his fire magic melted straight through our starships, and his ice magic froze our mechadroids right out of the air. How does the thought of smiting this brute criminal excite you, Lord?"

Vilgax regarded the being behind the bars. He lifted up one gauntleted hand, snapped his fingers, and fired the Ruby Ray of Roleau through his skull. The lobotomized corpse slumped backwards with the cauterized hole steaming, the defiant look replaced with the glossy stare of the dead.

"Thousands died for that?" Vilgax asked. "Embarrassing. Make sure those cowards don't get military funerals."

- Round 0