[i]She nocked her head, and flicked her wrist. As if on command, two molten blades spring out of compartments on her gauntlets, each one an iridescent blue, burned nearly to melting point by superheated plasma. Both of her palms lit up as her repulsers were reactivated, and, just in case, her pistol was aimed at your head. [/i] "Your move. Let's tango kid."