the large man dropped to his knees , his blood splattering all over her , staining every inch of her red , and she held the monstrous blade at her side for a moment , watching him as he tried to staunch the bleeding , as he began to realize the futility of it , and then , as the crowd began to stomp in unison , and the chant of reine , reine , reine , began as a quiet murmur but began to rise to a hungry shout , she spun gracefully in a circle , bringing the blade up as she completed the turn and then , with the force gathered from that quickened spin , she brought that blade down perfectly through his throat , severing his head from his neck in one whack and sending it flying through the air up into the crowd , who caught it eagerly and threw it back to her .