"Up to you, then. I thought it'd help you relax. Make it easier for the cure to take hold."

What he can't see behind him is her hands moving, the wellspring of power within her growing, her feeding it more concentration, more focus. One shot. She has one shot, before he potentially retaliates. But sickened, weakened, this should be easy.

The incantation, whispered low. A thin green ray shoots from her finger. Bolstered by all the force she's had in reserve, aimed directly at the back of his skull.

It shouldn't hurt. It should be too quick.