"You cannot stop me now, Mourne, you pathetic wretch, the ritual has already begun, and it will destroy you and your unearned pow - urk --"
The human's head tumbles to the floor, because she wasn't stupid enough to let him finish monologuing, as she pivots to the sorcerous circle. She doesn't have much time to turn it around, and no way to turn it off without backlash that would put her down for far too long when she needs to exfiltrate, but she has enough time and enough knowledge to draw blood and insert a single preposition - "the destroyer you fear" becomes "the destroyer of your fear", because at least if this bizarre summoning thing eats her memories or something she has her holocron to restore herself from --