The wild slashing proved to be a ineffective way of fighting with these daggers. They were made for stabbing and she could see that just fine -- but the poor kid at her feet was a damned poor sport at using a blade. She couldn't see the point of trying to inch away like he was now. A small giggle fell from her lips as she leaned back to avoid the wild slashing and took a single step forward for every inch back he made until she had just about had enough of his silly little game. There was no need to play Cat and Mouse, he just needed to-

[color=#990099]"Take your execution like a man. You're not worth holding a gun and sure as hell not worth my being here if you coward out like this again. You didn't have it in you to kill me, and that landed me in hell to show you how to shoot a damned gun that [i]you threatened me with.[/i] I think this is only fair, don't you?~"[/color]

And with that? A sudden rush forward, an aim to slide the blade of her dagger right through the forearm of the hand holding the dagger that he had grabbed in a frenzy and promptly yank the blade upwards to split it open from the base and through his hand. If the damned boy didn't squirm so much, she wouldn't need to do this but...Well, he wasn't going to need that arm anyways. Disarm the target first, then execute before they could find another means to retaliate -- just like [i]The General[/i]  had taught her. 

[color=#990099]"Give me your name, by the way? I don't think I caught it between the death threat and pulling the trigger."[/color]