Sekhmet replied, "Ahhh....I have heard the legend of the Zamikios family, They say their power skips a generation." Sekhmet unsheathed his sword as he goaded Richand, "Looks like your out of luck..." Sekhmet's sword was crescent shaped, like the moon. As such, it was named Orpheus, God of the Moon.
Sekhmet began cirlcling Richand with his sword held low, the hunger of a shark about to attack it's prey in his eyes. He continued moving, and came around to a small girl. He had seen her use of magic, and was therefore very careful in his movements.
"You know, Richand..." Sekhmet said, "I have the advantage here. Many have died on this road and forest, therefore my powers are at maximum. Here, see for yourself." Sekhmet waved his hand and skeleton's of Wolverines rose from the ground, howling and screeching. Four of them rose and surrounded Richand. Sekhmet angled his sword in front of the girls neck.
"Tell me, Richand, how much do you care for this girl? Beg, beg me to spare her life, and I might let you all go free. It couldn't hurt your chances," he chuckled.