“Trust me, I know what I’m doing when it comes to weapons.”

She tries the blade in her left hand, testing the balance to make sure, then with both hands on the hilt, she raises it up and brings it down hard, as if to crush something beneath her. She’s breathing harder by the time she’s done from the effort.

“This one. I’ll go back to Haven and raid our armory myself if we don’t find bracers and leather armor here, though.”

They will. And the leather will be black, because Milliways knows what its patrons want.