Sylvia blocked the man's broadsword with her katana. "You messed with the wrong *****!" she shouted, and kicked his leg so that he fell. She stabbed downwards, but the man rolled out of the way and stood up. He drew a single-shot Derringer with his free hand. Sylvia cut it off. "Gotta hand it to you, you're not that bad of a fighter."
The man stared at his wrist stump. "Y-you cut it off?"
"Yup. That's for capturing my husband." She stabbed him in the gut. "Out of curiosity, how'd you get him so easily?"
"T-taser," the man muttered with blood flowing from his mouth. "Dis-disrupted the-" He closed his eyes and died.
"Huh. I'll have to remember that for the next time we argue." She slid the sword out of his stomach, a bit of guts coming from the wound.