[Fakir]

The one directly in front of her smirked as the flaming ribbon encircled his neck. And each spoke slightly differently but in unison, "Close, but one does not become second in command by not being able to overcome his opponent."
The eight of them moved clockwise as their previously solid blades slid through her throat, the ribbons snapping as each one dashed in their straight path.
(If anyone is wondering this place is purely illusionary, its fakirs main fighting style, take the consciousness of his victims and either test, tease, or just kill their consciousness putting their real body in a comatose state, think matrix... the body cant survive without the mind. ^^)

[assuming you feel your throat the worse that would be there would be a trickle of blood. hardly a scratch. unless your mind thinks that you just died... then you would wake up in your real body back on the battlefield XD]