Re: Sorry--my notifs died on me there.
[The glint of the blade cuts through the Darkness as if it had a light of it's own. The blank metal looks so cool, Gwen can almost feel it. As if it already lay nestled in her hand. There is a tickling sensation through her stomach, similar to when you throw yourself of a swingset and your feat can't touch the ground and for a second you are both flying and falling, suspended in time. At his words Gwen laughs. It is an excited, exhilirated laugh. This boy? This wee lad? He was going to kill her?]