I itch to peel you, to split your skin, to see your skull shine in the light, little tyrant. Lucky for you, I harvested a whole family of living- flesh in Rivington at Highsun. They will sate my blade-thirst tonight. But tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow, my blades will thirst again.

Rasing the blade up to near her mouth, licking the blood stained from her last kill, her tongue gliding over the crimson stream, with pure ecstasy on her face, joy and exhilaration