"I most certainly will not." she scolds. "I don't age like you humans." But... she did have more important things to concern herself with as she takes a deep breath and returns her focus to the skele-men that still need bashing and breaking.

Drawing her hand through the air, then striking it downward, lightning strikes down another and another of the undead hoards harassing the General. The one with the sword, at least.

"You know what WOULD be a delight... if these creatures had a mind to know when they were outclassed."