[That provokes an immediate response. Azula bristles for a moment, and then pulls a deranged grin, an unnerving mockery of her usual smug smile.]
It's not going to work! I am Azula, daughter of Ozai! I am the Fire Lord! It will take more than some spirit trickery to stop me!
[Which is, apparently, all the warning she feels like giving before thrusting out her hand with two fingers extended, sending a torrent of focused blue fire washing toward Flowey.]
This is going to end so horribly.
It's not going to work! I am Azula, daughter of Ozai! I am the Fire Lord! It will take more than some spirit trickery to stop me!
[Which is, apparently, all the warning she feels like giving before thrusting out her hand with two fingers extended, sending a torrent of focused blue fire washing toward Flowey.]