Brush them aside... but keep them alive

Their approach was hardly at any slow pace. They were light on their feet, the bladed tips of their weapons pushing forth as soon as they were within thrusting range, aiming to simultaneously skewer you through your chest. You lift up a hand and with a burst of dark power, a circular wall of crimson mist appeared before you. The thrusting weapons froze in place as soon as they pierced the ethereal wall, held still by the invisible ****. Even with their weapons trapped by your magic, they bravely attempt to use physical strength to break free, to no avail. Reversing the polarity of the mystical ****, you sent them violently flying backward, to slam and bounce against the cold, hard surface of the walls and floors, scattering them like ragdolls in all directions in front of you. In a single show of magical might, you had brought all of your foolish attackers down to where they belong: heads low below your feet. They struggled to even slide onto their hands and knees, dazed, disorientated, and barely able to keep conscious. The explosive wave of dark energy from your spell had weakened their strength significantly. Such was their endurance being rapidly sapped to near complete exhaustion, some were not even able to move with the weight of their armor pulling them down. You approached their leader, who was doing her best to make a slight more successful attempt to stand, only to fall prone once more. She even had the tenacity to try to swipe at you with a sword, a back up blade that she had sheathed in her belt, but her muscles were too feeble to even grasp it properly. It slid out of her fingers to clatter away from her, a trifling in which you decided to ignore. It would take much more than that to harm you, as any of these beautiful elven warriors should realize by now. It was one of the reasons why you were called 'The Great Evil' after all. They likely had little idea of what it was they were guarding, considering their ill prepared state.

"I'm sorry. You were saying something about escaping?" You smirk while glaring at her squirming to try to reach for her sword just out of arms reach.

Upon realizing that she was ignoring you, still intent on her stubborn attempts to move, you take a small step back. With a flick of a wrist in the air, the women were violently rolled over onto their backs. Flick your fingers upwards, and they were sent flying again, the telekinetic **** pinning them against the walls, their limbs stretched out in a crucifying position. You sustained the spell with your magical might, turning on the spot to inspect your handiwork. Now hung upon its walls like prized trophies, the irony of imprisonment came full circle. The room was filled with the groggy groaning of the easily defeated elven warriors, now completely at your mercy. Not the best of dungeons you had improvised, but it would have to do. The officer had a special place in the center of the room, suspended at eye level to you over the altar, between two of the four pillars with arms magically locked onto the stonework.

"And here I was, thinking that my guards would be more of a challenge...." You triumphantly and gleefully approach the trapped woman officer, admiring her sleek, armored form. With a snap of a finger, all of the bindings and seams of her helmet shattered, reduced to useless strips of shiny metal that heaped onto the floor. Beneath was the fair face of a short blonde haired, blue eyed, pale skinned beauty, who was seemingly glaring straight at you. The sharp gasp of air when her helmet was destroyed was indication enough of the fear she hides beneath her particularly tense soldier-like mask of contempt. She was trying to be brave. How naughty of her.

"Fiend!" She cursed at you in her language, "Kill us and be done with it! There will be many more coming for your head!"

"A tad feisty. I like that very much." You tap at her cheek playfully with perfect pronunciation, "Unfortunately, you are far more valuable to me alive than dead."

"Coward! Monster!" She began a long string of elven insults that you had never thought would have been possible for a goodly high elf like herself. For one with such a pretty mouth, it certainly was very dirty within.