[i]Alyssa gulped, turning her hips slightly to the left as she swung her prosthetic arm, slamming her metallic, New Magnesium fist right into the blade of the sword, hoping that the strong metal would hold. She was holding the HardLight blade Treyman gave her in her left hand, getting ready to do what looked like a counterclockwise twirl and aim a slash at Treyman's left side.[/i]