"I am Oberyn Martell, a Prince of Dorne. Princess Elia was my sister. Princess Elia of Dorne. You raped her. You murdered her. You killed her children. Elia Martell, Princess of Dorne. You raped her. You murdered her. You killed her children… I came to hear you confess."
Oberyn whirled cat-quick, and ran at his fallen foe. “EEEEELLLLLLIIIIIAAAAA!” he screamed, as he drove the spear down with the whole weight of his body behind it. The crack of the ashwood shaft snapping was almost as sweet a sound as Cersei’s wail of fury, and for an instant Prince Oberyn had wings. The snake has vaulted over the Mountain.