Lucas blinked in surprise at the woman's sensibility, though he bit the inside of his cheek. From the sounds of it, his little entrance had only been the cherry on top to a rather eventful night leading up to this. He could have only hoped that he had not made things irrevocably worse.
"In truth, I have taken vows of pacifism," the avatar of Lugia said, as he bowed his head in apology. "And profess my claim to acting in self-defense. While I cannot say this... pokemon," here Lucas nodded at the Porygon Z, who had either fainted or found the cracks in the ceiling most enlightening, "Did not warn me, neither could I willful abide its requests to attack it unless provoked. And should I have followed through... well..."
Here Lucas glanced back at the rubble he had stepped through. "There would have been considerably less of a venue," he said, idly rubbing his throat where the Psybeam had neared. "While I apologize for the mess, my regret does not extend towards my actions. Any Pokemon or person who would attack me or mine, especially attempting to take my head off, would find similar response... though I may have misjudged its endurance. But I would not be so easily deterred, not after my journey."
Lucas took a deep breath, taking a long look at each of the Avatars in turn before his gaze rested upon the host of this lavish affair.
"In the beginning, Arceus ordained Lugia... myself, as the mediator of his brethren. It was for that reason why I have traveled this far, to prevent that which you fear," Lucas declared returned Justine Huang's even stare. "I have come to ask that the Interregional Avatar Festival be discontinued, or at the very least, that all the Legends gathered here be expunged from the city and return to their places of origin."