It's remarkable how quick he still is. Caedra darts to the side, circling rather than trying to retreat from that long blade, and tries to dart behind him, hoping to drive the point of her rapier into his retreating back. It's not an ideal target, there won't be much force to the strike if it connects, but she can already imagine the necrotizing effect of the blade itself tunneling its way into his flesh and killing the tissue of his kidney, his liver.

If she hits, that is. And in case she doesn't, she makes a quick swipe with her hand, cutting the air and triggering a single second of head-splitting psychic pain from the hex.

"Put your toy down and I'll show you mercy," she calls out, insistent. An utter lie.