It had taken Murphy a moment to recognize the damn thing outside of a movie screen, and this close. It was even uglier in person. An Alien, straight out of the movies. Damnit.
And the young woman with the vibrant colored hair was now riding on it's back.
The only good thing about that was that between the two of them, they'd distracted it long enough for the intended prey to run off. So now it was just Murphy, the young girl, and the alien.
Murphy pulled her holy sword out of the gym bag that she was now carrying around. While Harry had gotten her martial arts and sharpshooting skills, being a Holy Knight was a divinely chosen calling, not an ability. So she was fairly certain-or at least relatively hopeful-that the sword would still work. She stepped forward and slashed at the alien.