“Malice. Very good.” The woman snickered. “But if you direct that malice at me, you will die,” she remarked, sticking out her tongue.

There was a sound of metal against metal. She had a ring in her tongue. A thin chain, like a necklace chain, hung from the ring, reaching down to her hips. A small cross was attached to the tip of the chain.

[...]

It was the dirty-looking girl. Currently, she was glaring at Vento with blatant hatred. “Nice hostility you have there.” Vento snarled, “Your luck is rather good: If I had my original weapon, you would have died here.” The siren of the ambulance was closing in. Vento said nothing more, and disappeared into an alley between the houses.

Toaru Majutsu no Index vol. 11, 16