The assassin struggled, and when she reached Regulus's grasp, she lashed out with her dagger. The projectiles came faster, stopping when they were at risk of hitting the assassin, but neither the dagger nor the arrows could harm the demon. Finally the assassin accepted that she would not getfree.
"Very well." she hissed and pulled back her hood and pulled down the facemask, revealing golden skin, pointed ears, lustrous white hair and cold, defiant eyes. Her hands filled with flames.
"If I must die, I would rather not go to Sovngarde wearing a mask."