Grab the Necromancer

You grab Taylor, wrapping your fingers around her throat and slamming her to the ground, raising your mace into the air.

"Wait, please!" Taylor says frantically, holding her hands in a begging fashion.

The rows of undead warriors stop, as Taylor presumably orders them to mentally. You twirl your mace through the air, snarling.

"I'll keep you alive long enough to explain to me what's gone on here. Go on."

"I was exiled for my village for practicing with necromancy, so I came here," Taylor says. "I wanted to build an army, just to protect myself, but I knew whenever someone attacks an undead army, they target the necromancer to kill them and send the army crumbling to dust. So, I made a decoy leader."

"Interesting. Well, time to die, then," you say.

You raise your mace in the air.

"Please! I'm sorry!" she says desperately.

"Give me one good reason why I shouldn't smash your skull in. Hang on, you just made me suck a rotten cock. Make it five reasons."

"I'll join you like you asked! I'll give you use of all my men!"

"One," you say.

"I'll let you take my castle! And I'll give you all the treasures we've built up so far!"

"Keep going."

"I... you're a nice, merciful person. A-and it's immoral to take a human life," she says desperately.

"And you were doing so well," you say, raising her into the air by the neck as she desperately spasms, the air being torn from her lungs.

"Please..." she gasps.

You drop her to her knees, frowning.

"You know, maybe you're worth more to me alive. But you're not getting away with what happened here. It's punishment time," you say darkly, staring at the now meek and cowering girl.