She rose off the ground, slowly, seeming to float above the earth as if she were a cloud of mist borne on a breeze. As she turned to face Saurkadon, a twisting draft rose about her, causing her hair to blow gently as her cape feathered out upon the wind. She suddenly seemed taller, brighter, and her eyes pierced Saurkadon's soul with a thousand knives of burning fear. She swept her hand up across the wind, aiming straight for the wretched man's heart and the air thickened with an enveloping pressure similar to the feel of a dragon's hot breath burning one's neck. A sudden heavy silence fell, smothering heartbeat and breath, then she muttered the words, 'veniaru vhentiare mortira...'