[The sword swings around in front of him, but instead of doing anything to her, it jabs into the side of the house. Easily, he pries off a piece of it with a snap, and the jerk of the blade sends the sugary glass over to land in front of her feet.]
That'll be the least of your worries. Go ahead. I'll kill you quickly.
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That'll be the least of your worries. Go ahead. I'll kill you quickly.