[Aganzir]

For poor sally, the sight of the one man who she had come to trust and love, the one person with whom she felt safe, being brutally murdered was just too much.

With a cry of hatred, she leapt at the man who had delivered the blow. Surprised, he raised his hand to defend himself, but it wasn't him that she wanted.

It was the sword.

Snatching it from his shocked hand, sally gripped it in both of her own, and threw her full weight into the point. Slowly, inexorably, it pierced her skin, sinking into the flesh below, finally finding her heart. Falling to the ground beside her lover, she took his hand in hers, and closed her eyes.

All men must die.