Alvios would have been dumbfounded. After seeing the curse kill a little girl, and the force tear off a woman's throat and face, he would have certainly stopped and stepped back to question how he was nullifying her power.

     Opportunity and anger dictated otherwise.

     Alvios brought his sword to bear, and lifted the blade high. He looked down at her gaze of shock and fear. Maybe in a few years, he'd feel some remorse. For now though, he just wanted justice. He slashed as hard as he could muster, intending to tear her open across the torso from shoulder to hip. "Repentance through death, Shadra," he muttered coldly as he struck.