Sage points her sword to your throat, looking deeply into your eyes, the woman stands in front of you, and hesitates, she knows she shouldn't, you're the enemy, and yet after she knocked your helmet off she just can't take her eyes off yours, you're gorgeous.

"It's the end." She says, but is it? She can't even move his body to attack. 

She's trying to keep her composure, pretending to not be completely trapped in your charms. 

"Surrender and perhaps the kingdom of Akhor will have mercy."