That was a damn nice sword. Mel was about to ask where she could get one. But her new friend started slashing with it, and then she didn't have to ask.
Mel didn't know what the thing she was riding actually was, other than ugly, or what would work on it and what wouldn't. She had no idea what they were facing, or what a holy sword was.
But she hoped it worked.
The alien wasn't exactly smooth. Her hands were getting sliced from hanging onto its hide, and she was wincing as it tried to throw her.