<span style="font-style: italic">Miss pretend to be?</span>She watched as his gang mindlessly stepped in front of their leader.<span style="font-style: italic">Coward.</span>Zandra didn't want to kill any of them, she had her own personal code of no killing, just butt whipping. If she killed, she was no better that the men she fought with. Taking a defensive stance kept her elbows bent slightly as she brought her hilt down to her side, but kept it pointed up to protect her chest. Now she would wait for the first idiot the step in her path.