"You really need to stop calling me that," Faith rolled her eyes as she moved to attack.
The sword felt good in her hand, like it belonged there. She didn't want to know how the Mayor had gotten hold of it, because frankly, she liked it way too much.
She just hoped it lived up to its reputation.
"You couldn't handle my mind," Faith pushed forward, twisting the sword and getting ready to stab the bitch in the heart.