Eric soon caved and threw the sword at her, and she caught the handle of the katana. The blade gleamed in the light, its edge sharp and deadly, and Heka held it with the familiarity of someone who had wielded a hundred such weapons.
She looked at the artistic appearance and whispered praises to it for a minute, before casually turning to walk over to Octavius.
The walk was slow and excruciating, and when she reached, slightly taller than him, Octavius' eyes began to shake, not able to focus on one point anymore.
She raised the katana up, took a stance, and smiled confidently: "This technique, if I get it right, will let this blade pass through your skull down to your testicles, but there will not be a single stain of blood on it. Except you are tougher than you seem. Anyway, stay still for me while I demonstrat—"
"P.... P... P..."
"Hm?" Heka looked at Octavius, as he slowly started kneeling on the ground, his pants getting soaked with a wide dark patch around his crotch.
