Taking small steps backwards, Kayala exclaimed, "You... You killed him! I said no killing!"
Scrambling around, Kayala knew there was only one hope for the man. Grabbing one of his swords, Kayala slit a four inch line along her forearm. Letting the blood flow freely to the ends of her fingertips, Kayala opened his mouth so she could let the blood drip into it. Since the wound wasn't a cut of some sort, the blood would have to do its work from inside out.
Please, Kayala thought, Please Gods, let him live! He was a horrible man, but no one deserves to die. Her white blood kept flowing out of her cut, into his mouth.
Nothing happened.