[h2]Beni-Enma[/h2]

The sword flickered... and yet remained firmly at his throat once the blade stilled. The only sign anything had been done at all was the sight--and sound--of a sliced-off pants button hitting the ground. "I would cut out your tongue before any orders could be given. It would be best for you to surrender quietly and be taken into custody."

After all, even if nobody else were to take care of this madman's Servant, his own safety would still seem paramount.