Elissa kept pressure on her dagger in order to keep Haytham's sword locked against it and out of the way. She loomed over his pained form with her wickedly sharp dagger. "Shall I stab you in the back as you did my family? Or gut you like the pig you are?" she spits at him - literally.

Once, when Elissa first communicated with Ban via the journal, she'd threatened to split him from ball sac to thyroid, if he made good on his threats to her crew mate Harlock. She was perfectly capable of doing so, even if that had mostly been an empty threat.

Now, however, the possibility of it was very real, though Haytham's broad back made a much better target while he was hunched over in pain. Light glinted from the razor sharp edge of her hunting knife as the Warden raised it over her head with one hand in preparation to stab it through the Templar's spine.