"Well I don't know about you," Sinjir said, "but I brought along a few tools to help convince her to do exactly that." He patted his coat, at the slightly bulging spot that marked a heavy -- and heavily modified -- blaster. Its bolts were massive, slower but more damaging than the typical round. He would prefer to disable the slasher, and to do so quickly, than to kill her. Let Liriael decide what became of her afterward. He had his doubts reformation was in the slasher's future, given what he knew of her new form.
He looked to the child at his side, one brow arched. "Who let you on this ride, kid?" The moment the question left his lips, Sinjir raised a hand. "Nevermind. I don't care. Just stay out of the way so I don't have to feel guilty about watching a youngling get gutted."