Gripped by the debilitating kiss of your goddess, the nymph cannot even gasp when your whip lands oh so precisely on the crease of her hind. You can however see a minute scream in her eyes, but it is still not enough, and it is only through your dedication to the art of pain that you are able to make the fey creature feel anything, perpetuating trance of agony. Then Lelika's blade strikes her in the hip, the half-elf having put her full force into the attack, correctly guessing that at this stage she need not concern herself with unintentionally killing the target. Sure enough the blow barely damages the nymph, but it is the first to break her skin, shedding a trickle of brightest red blood and introducing her to a new pain, less intense, but more primal, unaugmented by magic.