"I know better than that. I'm currently weak. I was on my way to<em>fix</em>that when I got ambushed. From the looks of things, I would have had trouble managing to get there anyway." Amara spat at her, not even looking at the knife as she stood tall and proudly, refusing to let herself be degraded, no matter how vulnerable she might be. She glared at the succubus, refusing to acknowledge the terror and arousal pouring through her body. "I know I can't kill you with a damned<em>dagger</em>. My spells are too weak to punch through your innate resistance, likely as not...though I may try anyway if you touch my mind again. So back the hell off, and let me leave."