*Her armor deflects the blade, it's powers absorbed by the sword she carries* "Hah. So it's like that, eh? [i]Pain. Backbone snapped. Ribs crushed.[/i]" *As she speaks, his body does as she commands. His body is wracked with pain, from head to toe. His spine snaps, sending him to the ground, unable to stand. His ribs are crushed by an unseen force, puncturing his lungs. She smirks, watching the proud Mage fall* "The [i]Sword of the Unfaithful[/i] takes its power from the wielder's disbelief. It negates anything I do not want to exist."