Startled, Izzy inhaled sharply and backed off when Trevor snarled, fear in her eyes. She stepped so she stood beside the sword’s hiding place, the hilt obscured by a tangle of weeds. She was losing him. Even if everything he had done was of his choosing, his appearance was enough to show there was still [i]something[/i] supernatural going on. Perhaps the sword could sever it, whatever “it” was. At the very least, she had to try.
	“Okay,” she said softly, raising her hands in front of her and crouching down as if in an attempt to seem less antagonizing, being more at his eye-level rather than standing over him, the hidden sword to her left. She swallowed. “I’m sorry, Trevor.”
	As quickly as she could, she pulled the Aberration Slayer easily from its hiding place, a few rocks and broken bits of concrete thumping back to the earth in her haste. She lunged at him, the longsword held in both hands, its blade aimed for Trevor.