[ Her eyes go back out over the water and she doesn't answer him. Instead she just reaches into one of the many pouches that are slung around her body under her coat. She takes out what looks like a small carafe of wine and unstops it, dumping it into the water. The reek of blood is thick. ]
Here it comes.
[ The weapon she takes from another holster at her hip looks like a walking cane, until she gives it a practiced flick and it spreads into a serrated whip. ]
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Here it comes.
[ The weapon she takes from another holster at her hip looks like a walking cane, until she gives it a practiced flick and it spreads into a serrated whip. ]