Nahuatl couldn't help but roll his eyes, even as the doll pressed the knife in closer. This woman must be an utter simpleton. Did he have to spell it out for her? He sighed dramatically, just to match her posturing. "[color=f7976a]I'm not bluffing. You do need me [i]Witch[/i]. Take a good look at how I'm dressed. Does it look familiar?[/color]" He cocked a quizzical eyebrow. "[color=f7976a]No? Well, I expected you were an idiot. I'm a Priest. In a few years I could have been a High Priest. And you are a Witch.[/color]" He paused waiting for her to put the pieces together.

Would she draw the lines between his state and come to the conclusion he was run off? Or was he going to have to explain everything? She must never have meet anyone before him if she was this dumb. Even the Doll seemed smarter and it could only do what it was commanded. Blood trickled down the side of his neck, but since the doll had stopped cutting, it was slowing to a trickle.

"[color=f7976a]Do you understand yet? I can help you strike back at them. I know more than you can imagine.[/color]" Nahuatl at this point wasn't willing to give her much more. If she couldn't process what was going on she was worth nothing to him. If she thought she had the upper hand still after this long, well, Nahuatl wasn't going to disabuse her of the notion until he was ready to be done with them. Most people thought that Priests could only use word magic. But if that was the case why did they bleed their victims? Blood magic was far more trustworthy and powerful.