You'd rather not be pierced fatally? But that's what you asked me to do. You asked me to run Gae Bolg through you - and my spear doesn't miss.

[ The lance comes off of his shoulder and the point swings down in a slow, lazy arc as he gives himself a bit of space, until the point is leveled at her chest. His eyes watch her, waiting to see how she reacts. What she'll do. His other hand is still locked with hers, hand out stretched, squeezing it with a painful intensity. ]

You challenged me. Is that still what you want?