She saw her blade beside her, glimmering on the battlefield. Then Faolin spoke up. "Ha! You idiot boy. Running into situations you cannot possibly understand." The Coldbourne told Henry. "So..what are you waiting for?! I'm looking forward to dying a second time!" "Hmm!" Henry scoffed. "My pleasure." Then, Henry pulled the trigger. And the gun did not fire. He looked down at it and pulled the trigger again, but the gun didn't go off. The thing had jammed. Before Henry could react to the situation, Faolin gripped his blade and brought it up, and let it release from his hand. The plasma lined sword flew through the air, and hit its mark. And impaled itself in Henry's chest. The rebel leader looked at the blade in shock, and then he stumbled back and fell against the jeep the side opposite of Lyn. [spoiler]Certain hit: Granted[/spoiler]