Surprisingly, the servant resisted the spell, grimacing as she forced her mind to hold strong against the magic. However it hardly mattered as her throat was gripped before she could truly react. Gasping for air, she dropped the glaive, but there was anger and resentment in her eyes.<br/><br/>"...I submit, Mistress."<br/><br/>She said it in as calm a manner as possible - trying not to let her anger show.<br/><br/>"Please don't hurt her, Mistress." the mayor pleaded, "You will find that she is an excellent guard!"