As Damien felt his blade pierce the woman's side, he couldn't help but grin in satisfaction, Got her this time. He was about to skewer her on his blade, when a malicious thought occured to him. This wretched, prideful woman dosn't deserve a warrior's death, She ought to be executed like a common criminal.
"Drop your weapons and yield woman!"
"Never!" She tried to ignore the pain. Surrendering would mean having her men slaughtered and...failure. She feared failure above all else, much more so than death.
"Well, you are not very bright for your reputation, are you?" Damien smirked and increased the pressure on his sword, "Haven't you ever heard of the saying, 'Live to fight another day'? What do you think will happen to your precious Crisewen once you are dead?"
Shyael winced as she felt him force his sword deeper, the pain had begun to grow unbearable. She tried to channel her mind away from the pain and conceive a plan out of this predicament.
"Well? I don't have all day