She picked up the God-Killer. It was heavy. She didn’t know much about swords, apart from the pointy end goes in the other person, but she could see herself swinging this in battle. True, it was almost the length of her from end to end, and that could make her look slightly ridiculous. But so what if the sight of her made her enemies chuckle as she came for them? Wasn’t it better to die with a laugh on the lips than a scream?
She didn’t know. It was probably much of a muchness, as her father would say.
Four sorcerers came for her, wielding weapons of their own, and her heart leaped with delight. She dodged an axe and swung the sword and it cleaved through the man like he wasn’t even there.