Of course she'd take it literally; one of these days, he really had to stop. Desi shrugged in response; he kept forgetting about Yonca's sense of humor, specifically that it didn't exist. Or he hadn't found it yet, but by now, Desi wasn't sure he ought to give her the benefit of doubt anymore in that regard.
Desi hefted the mace and found it to his liking. He hadn't handled a real weapon in earnest for years now, but occasional bouts with training dummies meant that he hadn't forgotten how steel felt in his hand. With both spell and hex in place, Desi needn't have aimed, but he did anyway--an accidental deathblow would be a horrible way for anyone to die. "You're going to wake up with a headache. Sorry."
The mace only glanced the back of the Templar's head, but it was enough.