I heard Nero yelling something like "Go", but that word had no meaning at all to me at this point. I was totally focused on the battle at hand, my blood felt like it was singing through my veins. I was dancing with my sword and the steps were coming from the depths of my soul.
I saw the mage falter in mid-spell, screeching from the sudden slash to his hand that BG had managed. Foxy little imp that he was, he had skittered out of range of the mages enraged attempt to knock him out of the air. Now was my chance to attack the mage. I jumped directly in front of him as he grabbed for BG and sliced his hand from his arm in one clean blow. He screamed like a girl, and started hissing another spell in a sibilant manner directing it straight at me. I laughed and sliced a long cut down his other arm, taunting him and breaking his concentration again.
Part of me that was 'me' was hiding in some corner of my mind, whimpering at the very thought of what I was doing. How could I be so cruel? I had to stop this now. I had to kill him to ensure our safety, but I didn't have to torture him. I took control of myself again and looking at the mage, I said, "Forgive me" and I lopped off his head.
