Blinks. "Well . . . of course you are." Mictecacihuatl

"Ah . . ." Mictecacihuatl

"I see. I don't see how you couldn't. There was even a movie that had you in it!" Mictecacihuatl

"Yes! It was a popular movie too." Mictecacihuatl

"He was!" Mictecacihuatl

"Well, I can give you the dvd . . . if you like . . ." Mictecacihuatl

"I will have it sent to you!" Mictecacihuatl

"I agree."

"Hrm. That is enough rest though!" She rips off her jacket, the garment transforming into her capote!

". . . . . . I am scared now."

"Times like this makes me somewhat glad that I have Mayan blood within me."

-- thrust forward, the blade cutting deep into the back of the creature's neck and breaking the spine.

-- her grip. A sudden movement, the sword singing through the air. A dance practiced through bloodshed and pain.

"What?"

"Ah. It is quiet. This is nice."

Just takes a sip [Read: MASSIVE GULP] of coffee.

She runs a bloodied rag along the length of her sword. ". . . . Still so much . . ."

She bolts upright in bed, sweat dripping from her brow. ". . . . Just . . . Just another nightmare."