"Think nothing of it," Selene says with a grin, her face flushed from the joy of combat. "Can you stand? If you need to flee, I can cover for you, but if you would rather fight I am happy to arm you if you need it."

As she says this she rights herself to face the monster, extending her right hand to draw a second sword, which seems to form from light itself and coalesce into hardened steel in her hand.