The foe she faced, for a moment, appeared to be nothing but a mummy -- a humanoid form wrapped entirely in bandages.

But then a bright gleam of silver cut through those bandages. From inside the wrappings, the blade curved up through them, until they fell away. Revealed now was an oddly pretty young man, his hand casually wrapped around the grip set into a massive crescent blade.

"Well. You aren't much for looks, are you?" he said with a cold smile. "I predict... I will win without you ever touching me."