Cleaving the male's head cleanly from her shoulders, she grinned in the glint of faint torchlight as the blood splattered her. Wiping the bloody and murmuring blade on his armor, she went to the door to the slaves. [If there are no guards inside, just slaves, she'll banish the blade; otherwise, she'll have it ready to skewer them, too.]<br/><br/>Readying herself for bold action, she opened the door.