[ While not a particularly kind individual, Sui Feng is also not needlessly cruel. The dog is pliant to her, bending at the grasp of her unkind hand, hovering obediently at the precipice of life and death beneath her blade.

Her point, she feels, is made to him.

But he is not the only one who need bear witness or glean a lesson from this introduction, so for now, her dagger stays steady, edge kept precisely within range so that the slightest pivot of her wrist could split the smooth skin of his throat.

Sui Feng lifts her head, speaks louder again for that unseen third party. ]

This blade is called a "Dog Bite". A cut will debilitate it, but it will not die.

[ The dagger moves, drawn up and around his neck like the bow of a violin, still not making direct contact. Wrist angled up, the tip of the knife hovers above the "spine implant". ]

This will kill it.

[ Sui Feng releases his hair with a shove meant to send him to the ground, a bare hint of her augmented strength behind it. She has no need to show her full colors--that would be ego, not necessity. Stepping around him as casually as if they'd just shared tea, she returns the blade to its sheathe, hilt clinking faintly with contact. ]

But that shouldn't be necessary. He's going to be a good dog for me. Isn't that right?