At the center of the whizzing shadow, Faker tossed down her sword. I could only assume that she had just tossed it down without a specific direction in mind.

In the instant that it was in the air, the blade drew forth a splatter of crimson.

It took me a few seconds to realize that the arc of red in the darkness was a sign that Svin’s stomach had been grazed. The sword had slashed straight through the mercury armor.

“Svin!”

“Aaahhh!”

Lord El-Melloi II's Case Files: Grand Roll (Middle); Chapter 1, Part 3