"And I'm not such an idiot that I'd take you on unless I have a distinct advantage." The voice replied, almost coldly. "But if you insist...since he's dead, I suppose I need not hold back. Servants. If she continues to fight, kill yourselves."<br/><br/>The two immediately stopped, and a globe of writhing heat appeared in Ivriel's hand, sweat starting to trickle down her face, even as the General pulled out her two short blades, placing them against her neck with her muscles tensed, ready to use all of her prodigious strength to remove her head entirely.