[i]Gasping in pain and fury, a look of utmost rage etched itself upon "Irina's" face, as she raised her left blade, which she had kept within her hand. She swung it down upon JT, the slash directed towards his neck - although it was slow enough to where he could simply grab it and break the sword in half. It was as if she was too desperate to not die to even think clearly. [/i]