Blood fountains out of her necromancer's face and it's only sheer force of will that doesn't send Gideon skittering backwards.  Harrow chokes on her own blood and Gideon hauls her up into her arms as well as she can with a fucking rapier through her.  "Spit it out, you dick," she says.  "If you drown on your own blood, I'll never fucking forgive you, Nonagesimus.  You hear me? If you drown now you're dead to me."