in blood and wearing the ripped Gothic dress.  He stopped and looked around, suspicious of her.

   Sara reached out to him with her right hand and closed her eyes.  She could sense the metal from her blade inside him and she took hold of it like Clyde taught her to do.  Syn immediately gripped his stomach.

   “What are you doing?  Stop that,” he commanded. 

   Sara went a little closer and twisted the blade inside him.  Blood spewed from Syn’s mouth as he cried out in pain.

   “No.  I don’t think so mister!  You think it hurts now?  Let’s see what happens if I turn my blade to fire?  Or do you prefer ice?” ...

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