So.. Sin might have broken a few protocol’s that night. Like, no magic outside of base or missions. No alcohol if she was going to perform magic or even better no use of enchanted weapons. But, hey what else was she supposed to do? A vampy had her by the neck her silver blade was all she had. 

A hand came up to the sterile white bandage that took up half her neck. The old bastard nearly took out a good sized chunk of her stark white skin. Still she cracked her knuckles and did some warm ups before Clint arrived. Her iPod attached to her hip as she blasted some The Letter Black.The heavy rock beat always got her pumped for the day, like headbanging infront of the mirror before she went out to Slipknot.