I ran around a corner. She was waiting for me. "Ja'rian."
She chuckled slightly. "Well, if it isn't the warlock."
"What do you want?"
"To kill you and take your swords back to my master."
"So he can do what with them?"
"Keep them safe from the likes of you."
"Well, it's gonna be a sad, saaaad day."
"Why's that?"
"Because I'm going to kill you." I said, pulling out my swords.
Jokey, you be Ja'rian.