At that, she simply stepped back. He had no idea what he was dealing with. Tear out it's throat? The fool. If it were that simple, she would have done that herself. So she simply watched. It wasn't like her master was here, or would even come. Rare was it when she'd see him. If anything, one could say she who stood now, opposed to her mortal form, naked and chained, was the real monster- with darkness flowing through her veins that was not a power natural of herself. Even still... what good would it do to rip out her own throat?
But would it matter either way? Perhaps she clung on too desperately to the idea of there ever being freedom after any of those damn seeds of darkness were even collected. The very idea made her right arm shake tensely as she closed it into a tight fist at her side.