"I will **** you" was the last message of fiery, she sent to me.


For this spell conjured by one whom is not fit for that power. You seek guidance, you don't even desire pity. Now, that is pitiful. In comparison to the words you cast, fail to place me in a pit at all,  words fill an empty void, people of different intentions
threaten with worse and proved throughout time to promise much more.

"If you must threaten my life" to achieve victory status in a discussion, or provoke me into residing in silence.

Apparently, my words had enough effect with or without magic, to rattle over 7 trillion nerves, you have.

What is a hunter, without the tools to hunt?

Do not lose sight of your light, wondering after me in the dark.

I wield my words carefully, needless to say. You could learn so much from me.

I could teach you a thing or two about using a sword.

How not to cut off your own hands

or tongue for any matter...