“Drop the gun, Mister,” Zoë ordered. Her voice was eerily calm. If the man knew Zoë at all he should have been very afraid.
In the background, the sound of an approaching ship could be heard. Sara Jane was arriving.
The man was so intent at staring down Allan, Zoë and Lucy, he didn't notice a slight black clad figure move up behind him. A figure that moved on silent feet and carried a meter long katana.
And he never would notice anything else again as his head separated from his shoulders, landing with a wet thud on the ground as his body joined it.
“Eww! Aunt River!” Sara exclaimed as blood splashed on her.
River just grinned.
-- Triad - Chapter 11 by Briglad