Sich powerful tummals of beastes was there, / One cud gist e'ne scrouge room for to stond in the fere.

If it weren't for your heroic deed, his evil plan would have fallen into place.

And, as it fell, his steed he ready found: On whom remounting fiercely forth be rode, Like sparke of fire that from the andvile glode

No blood on their hands, nothing Big Guy can complain about, and hell gets what it wants—an end to Trelvator and a big screw-you to the god who ordained her birth.”