She slapped the flat of her blade against her palm. The smack resounded.

"Hmm? Nah. I forgot my swimsuit at home. But I do have this handy-dandy scythe." It was dark, but the red flickered in what little light squeezed through high, star-studded windows. The whole building was shadowed but she didn't mind -- like the Spartans, she could fight in the shade.