"Grrr... No! I deny you, fiend. You murdered my parents, my mentors, my<em>people.</em>" She made her way over to a discarded longsword; a blade would serve this grim purpose, grasping it in her hand, still never looking away from him. The mental attack weakened her resolve, but she was not going to back down. Her people's future, as well as vengeance beyond imagining, hinged on her, at this moment. To fail, would be to fail all of them.<br/><br/>(Armor 1, so eating the 3-stress hit.)