The planting of his knee shoved the breath from her, even as she tried to inhale at the forward press of the blade, metal cold against her pale, slender throat. Elandriel pulled back, pressing down against the ground behind her, and she licked her lips, proud eyes narrowing. "<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Garamond;">Killing me will gain you nothing - there are many of my sisters throughout the world who will ever work against such damage as the likes of you cause to the Great Mother.</span>"