"Neck first, actually," she says. "I wanted to ensure she survived that, to savor the next one." She smiles, pleased, and leads the way back to the drow.<br/><br/>"Words have power, and while the images don't hurt, speaking them aloud adds extra strength to it." She takes his hand in one of hers, and places the other over the drow; he can feel her drawing up energy, and he can tell that she's a fair bit stronger than he is, on top of immensely more skilled, which makes her all the more force to be reckoned with.