Gard sword

A woman in a dark business suit stepped into my line of sight. She was better than six feet tall, blond, and coldly beautiful. Her blue eyes burned with battle-lust and excitement as she drew a sword with a straight, three-foot blade from the scabbard at her side. As I watched, she took several smooth steps to place herself between the ghoul and me. Then she pointed the tip of the sword at him and snarled, “Avaunt, carrion.”
The ghoul tore the ax from his side and staggered into a crouch, holding the weapon in both hands with a panicked desperation. He took a pair of awkward, shuffling steps back.
An engine roared and a grey sedan swerved up onto the sidewalk.
“Avaunt!” cried the woman; then she raised the sword and glided toward the ghoul. Li Xian didn’t want any part of it. His inhuman face twisted in recognizable fear. He dropped the ax and fled back down the alley.
“Coward.” The woman sighed, clearly disappointed. She snatched up the ax, then said to me, “Get in.”
“I know you,” I said. “Miss Gard. You work for Marcone.”

Dead Beat Chapter 18, Page 160-161