"You have yet to impress anyone with your mindless fanaticism and talk of some 'great dragon'." 

Brannor spoke as he stood again, using the motion of his shifting armor and the calling of the ebon beak to cover the drawing of the vicious blade. Gripping tighter where his hand laid upon its bind, he hefted the sword and in one motion, set to ready its edge to her flesh; the obscure engraving upon the height of its fuller shown some in this process, but her eyes were not to have seen them, just as they would never again see her captors or those men she so foolishly set out with tonight. He continued after, unimpressed with her feeble efforts to mock them, instead showing her one last kindness none of them rightfully owed.

"All of this babbling for not... but let it be known that I would have honored your repentance. A pity that you were too lost."

The sword then sang an unrepentant song of steel, the blow landing square upon the throat, perhaps the only thing that had less remorse than the dragon worshipping woman. The only other noise that followed was the flutter of the black wings as their service in this particular task had come to an end and the grinding of the huntsman's foot as its pivot ended upon the filthy stone floor. Despite the mass of the mighty weapon in hand, the raw power behind it controlled it in a disturbingly smooth way for it did not shudder even slightly, not even as it was withdrawn from its grim duty.

With the point of the sword easing toward the ground, the knight of the green looked to Torus and shook the feral features of his head slowly from side to side. They gave her a merciful end, something the outlander of Brannor not thought likely for the rest of them if the enemy were to have them in such straights. He knew little of dragons, yet what little he did know of them suggested they were cruel masters and the sort to toy with anything that dared stand against them if they found it more worthwhile than annihilating it outright. After all, terror seemed to be one of their weapons, which tonight proved beyond reasonable doubt.

"I fear that she might have been the most reasonable of our enemies to come. If she was but only a lowly acolyte, the rest might be beyond any offer of redemption." He said after, followed by a step forward and the taking of a swatch of ruined cloth from her still person to run clean the steel's length.

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Brannor issues a coup de grace to the cultist, not needlessly prolonging her death.
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