Misty smiles wickedly and stands her ground. Her disciples are none too pleased at the events transpiring, but she is not intimidated by Necra or her threats. She approached Necra, as if daring her to do something.
Misty: Let me make myself very clear here, Necra. I'm not intimidated by you. I'm not scared of you, and I sure as hell don't give a damn how you feel about the decisions I make. I do what I want and when I want. If you don't like it, that is your problem, but I'm not going to run around changing the way I do things just because some wanna-be Goddess whines and cries when things don't go her way. I'll continue to do things MY way. If you have a problem...Well, that's too damn bad. Try coming after me. I'll beat you again like I did before, only I'll make sure to finish the job. I'll make you regret ever threatening me, and that Goddess, is a promise. Now, if you're done wasting my time, I have more important things to deal with than worry about you or your problem with me. Go back to your tag team partner and focus on keeping your titles, because you simply don't matter to me at the moment.
Misty folds her arms across her chest, glaring at Necra. Her patience is nearing a breaking point, though she manages to remain as calm as she can.