[i]That... [/i]annoyingly, before she had closed the gap entirely and got into position, the necromancer began moving backwards and Tyaethe was forced to be considerably more reckless, unable to prepare her defence entirely. There was just enough time to hiss at the nem captive to stay still before swinging the sword down and directing a ghoulish smile in the conspirator's direction.

"Do you know how many necromancers I've killed?"

The swung sword, meanwhile, would either simply obstruct the nem from direct reprisal... or sever many of the bindings, had she heeded the instruction for the scant instant needed to target the attack with minimal risk of injury.