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Theme song for this chapter: "Hit Me With Your Best Shot!"

Lita had been shown the weapons vault during her orientation tour, but she hadn't actually been allowed in. So, as Flug worked the hand, eye and saliva scanners to open the tall, metal door, she waited in quiet anticipation.

She'd been looking forward to this all morning. She'd even changed into sweatpants and a tank top in preparation for the sparring session that was to come later. She couldn't wait to show Black Hat what she was really made of.

A part of her was also curious as to what kind of weapons this villainous crew carried. She'd seen Flug with his ray guns, Dementia with her giant mace, and Black Hat…well, that guy didn't need a weapon.

"Will ya hurry up, nerd?" Dementia whined impatiently.

"Well, excuse me," Flug said, taking off his sneaker and sock to scan his foot, "if we have to take precautions because somebody likes to break in and destroy all our weapons!"

"I do not destroy 'em! I just test 'em out!"

"And destroy them in the process! Do you have any idea how expensive it is to make these things?! Why are you even here?!"

"Because I asked her to come," Black Hat said, hovering over Flug's shoulder. "And, as I've repeatedly told you, it would be prudent, Doctor, if you not question my decisions."

The scientist gulped as he put his sock and shoe back on. "W-Whatever you say, sir."

The vault door finally opened, as did Lita's mouth when she saw the infinite shelves of weapons stretched out before her.

"¡Híjole!" she uttered.

"Welcome to Black Hat Organization's Department of Arms," Flug said, taking on that tour guide persona as he led Lita into the vault. "Here we have samples of every weapon ever made and sold by our organization, as well as some classic relics, from guns to bombs to axes—"

"Dibs on the axes!" Dementia shouted, breaking into a run.

Black Hat caught her by her ponytail, forcing her to stop. "We're not here for you, Dementia. Miss Ladrona needs to pick out her personal weapon."

"Personal weapon?" Lita asked.

"You'll have access to all these weapons, yes," Black Hat explained. "But every villain has their own signature weapon, one they work with the best."

"When choosing your signature weapon," Flug said, "it is important to note that while one weapon may work for some villains, it may not work for others. For example," he walked over to a display wall of guns of all sizes, "my weapon of choice is of the shooting variation."

He picked up a gun that was bright purple and shaped like a rifle. "Highly effective. Can take out heroes from a distance, and hit multiple targets at once."

"Y-Yeah…no," Lita said, holding up a hand. "Not a big fan of guns."

The men looked at her incredulously.

"Don't tell me you're a liberal," Black Hat said gruffly.

"Not that there's anything wrong with that!" Flug said quickly. "I mean we're not exactly in America—though most of our orders come from there—but considering we're villains, you shouldn't really—"

"Ugh, I wasn't trying to be political!" Lita said, rolling her eyes. "I don't like guns because they're heavy, not very portable, they have to be reloaded every time you run out of bullets giving your opponent time to run away, and even if they're like one of those ray things you fire, if you're not careful, you could end up shooting something you don't wanna shoot or the thing could even go off in your pocket! Not to mention if you're carrying that heavy thing around during a robbery, how ya gonna carry all your loot?"

The three villains stared at her a long while. Dementia burst out laughing.

"I like the way ya think, girl!" she said. "Me, I like my fights up close and personal! Come on!"

Grabbing the other woman by the hand, she dragged her to the next aisle.

"When I'm not using the Bone Breaker or Nutcracker," Dementia said, flexing her arms, "I like to go for something big and smashy!"

She gestured to the shelves containing giant mallets, maces, axes, basically anything big and smashy.

"Basically," Dementia said, picking up a spiked bat, "I just whack my enemies over the head with whatever I can find!"

Lita ducked as she swung the bat her way. She was starting to see why Black Hat had asked Dementia to come along, so Lita could get different perspectives in choosing a weapon. Flug was smart, but not physically strong, so it made sense for him to prefer mechanical weapons he could fire without having to get too close to his enemies. Dementia, on the other hand, was more direct, and strong enough to deal with an enemy upfront.

"Here!" Dementia said, handing her an enormous battle axe with a hilt shaped like a top hat. "Give it a swing!"

Not expecting it to be so heavy, Lita cried out as the axe dropped to the floor, taking her along with it. Not to mention she has superhuman strength to carry this big-ass thing!

"I-I don't…" Lita said, attempting in vain to lift the axe up. "Don't…think…"

Suddenly, the axe rose up as if by magic. At first, Lita thought Dementia had grabbed it, but she looked up to see her boss holding it with ease.

"Unfortunately," Black Hat said, tossing the axe over his shoulder, narrowly missing Dementia, "Miss Ladrona does not have your strength, Dementia."

He walked up to Lita, draping his arm over her shoulders—much to the mutant's dislike—as he led her to the next aisle. "However, like Dementia, you prefer the direct approach when confronting your enemies. But you're also cautious, and don't want your attacks to be obvious." He smirked. "Don't think I didn't notice when you first arrived. I believe you'd prefer something…smaller. But effective. After all, it's not the size of the weapon, but how you use it."

He gestured to shelves upon shelves of knives. From the size to a pocket knife to a meat cleaver. But all of them shiny. All of them sharp.

Glancing sideways, Black Hat could see Lita's baby-blue eyes going big. Her hand covered her mouth, trying to contain her amazement.

"Go on," he said with an amused smirk. "Take your pick."

Unable to keep it in any longer, she squealed and ran up to the shelves.

"These…" she said, running her fingers carefully along each blade. "These are…I've never seen…so…so many…"

Black Hat placed his hands on his hips as he watched her peruse the knives excitedly. He knew these would pique her interest. After all, he remembered the switchblade she'd threatened him with her first night here.

He couldn't blame her. Before he'd obtained his powers, Black Hat had preferred the knife himself.

Lita paused, staring at a dagger that was sheathed in gold. She reached to touch it, but hesitated. She looked back at Black Hat, who nodded in permission. Carefully, she picked up the dagger.

"Ah," Flug said, coming up to her. "I see you've found one of our antique pieces. This here is a djanbīyya, or in its Anglicized form, jambiya. It's Middle Eastern in origin, and used for…"

Drowning out Flug's lecture, Lita touched the intricately designed golden hilt and removed the knife from its scabbard. The blade was double-edged and curved. And though it was old, it glinted threateningly. She turned it over in her hand, getting a feel of its weight. Then, facing away from Flug, she sliced it through the air with a thrush! The sound was so swift, so clean.

It'd been one thing carrying around a switchblade for protection. But with this…she found herself imagining how much damage she could've done if she had fought her attackers with this baby!

"It's beautiful," she muttered, running her finger carefully over the blade's sharp edge.

Chuckling, Black Hat laid a hand on her shoulder. "Would you care to try it out?"

As he snapped his fingers, the four of them were suddenly transported to the gymnasium. Once the others had mentally adjusted to the change in surroundings, Black Hat led Lita over to the mat. As he walked to the mat's other side, Lita realized it was time for their sparring session.

"Don't bother holding back," Black Hat said, crossing his arms as he faced her. "I can't be killed, after all."

Glancing between the jambiya in her hand and her opponent, a dangerous and most likely idiotic thought crossed Lita's mind.

She smiled wickedly. "I won't if you won't."

Flug squealed from the sidelines. "Lita, what are you doing?"

Black Hat appeared stunned for a moment. Then his grin moved to match hers.

"You certain you want that, Miss Ladrona?"

"I have to practice, don't I?" Lita said, setting the scabbard down. "Have to be ready for anything."

Chuckling darkly, Black Hat began removing his coat. "Alright. But remember, you asked for it."

He tossed his coat aside, hitting Flug in the face.

"Ooh, hoo, hoo!" Dementia clapped excitedly. "Can we watch? Can we watch?" She gasped, gazing hopefully at her boss. "Are you…are you gonna take your shirt off?!"

Black Hat frowned at her. "Not for this particular fight."

Pouting, Dementia sat cross-legged on the gym floor.

"But you two can referee," the demon said, readying his claws. "Make sure I don't accidentally kill Miss Ladrona."

Squeaking, Flug lowered Black Hat's coat and glanced worriedly at Lita. But she didn't appear worried. She was turning the knife playfully in her hand, a smirk on her face.

"Someone's pretty confident," she said.

Black Hat huffed. "Look who's speaking. Do you really think it wise to challenge me at my full power?"

"You think you're all that?" Laughing, Lita crouched into a fighting stance. "Well come at me then, big guy!"

"She's doomed," Flug whispered.

Dementia pulled him down to her side. "I'll bet ya she doesn't even last a minute!"

As she said this, Lita charged at Black Hat.

"Oh, wow," the mutant said in surprise. "She's actually serious."

The demon was waiting for her, of course. He rose his claw as she approached, but once she was but a foot away from him, he whipped out four tentacles from his back. Lita seemed to have been expecting this, as she ducked beneath the tentacles, holding her knife up as she slid under.

Dementia's jaw dropped—and probably Flug's, though no one could tell—as half of Black Hat's lowest tentacle dropped to the floor. Black Hat did not cry out, but he was stunned. He had not expected her to get a hit in so quickly.

As Lita got back up, Black Hat's head turned all the way round, the rest of him following a second later.

"Well, now," he said, glancing down at the stumpy tentacle, now dripping with black blood. "I see why this is your weapon of choice."

Lita's eyes widened as she watched the flesh fold over the wound she'd just made. More flesh grew, each fold closing on top of the other. Within seconds, the tentacle had completely reformed.

"Híjole, that's awesome," she murmured.

"Don't get distracted now," Black Hat said, another tentacle sneaking behind her feet.

Lita jumped before he could grab her ankle. On the way back down, she sliced through the tendril, severing it.

"I won't," she said, spinning the blade in her hand. "Now that there's no surprises."

He smirked. "Want a bet?"

His face opened up, revealing a series of tentacles and buzz saws as he charged at her. His back tendrils moved to wrap around her. Not only did she duck out of the way, but after three swift slashes, a pile of black flesh flopped to the ground.

"How much?" she said, wiping the blade on her pant leg.

His claws were out as he lunged for her. Lita raised her knife, but at the last minute, a fist came out of Black Hat's stomach, punching hers hard.

"Okay," she said, stepping back and rubbing the new, numbing pain. "Wasn't expecting that one."

She could see a tentacle reaching for her arm, but she ignored it. Instead, she swung her knife at the claw that had been aiming for her face. Black Hat's hand recoiled as she cut through the glove and to his skin.

It wasn't that it was painful. Being invulnerable, a mere cut felt more like a prickle than a real injury, especially with how quickly he could reform. What alarmed him was how she seemed to be predicting his every move.

Little did he know, Lita had actually been paying attention to their sparring matches. Not just with Black Hat's lessons, but how he fought. He was overly confident, but justifiably so. He was smart, and had demonic powers not even he could keep track of. Which was probably why he wasn't revealing all his abilities just yet. However, Lita also knew how strategic he was, and that half his moves were simply fake-outs. She'd fought him enough to know when that was the case. It was easy. It was whenever he was at his cockiest.

Like her mother had always told her, you could tell a lot about a person in the way they fought.

However, since Lita had to deal with more than just the arms and legs this time, she couldn't foresee where each attack would come from. Before she knew it, her right wrist was ensnared, forcing her to drop the jambiya. Black Hat chuckled as he brought her to his face.

"Give up?"

She narrowed her eyes. "You'd like that, wouldn't you?"

Swinging upward, she kicked him in the face, pushing against it so she could flip backward. The tentacle clutching her wrist acted as a bungee cord as she jumped down and picked up the knife. Before Black Hat even realized what was happening, she had sliced her way out of his grasp.

"Oh, my," he said, grinning at her. "You're enjoying this, aren't you?"

Lita gave a small smile as she circled him. "So what if I am?"

He circled along with her, his tentacles slowly reforming. "Aren't you ashamed?"

"Should I be?"

"Do you think so?"

She frowned. "Why are we talking in questions?"

"What makes you think we're…?" Black Hat shook his head. "Alright, enough!"

This went on for nearly five minutes. The demon would lash out at her, and most of the time she'd narrowly avoid him, but not before gifting him with a nice new wound for him to heal. However, Black Hat didn't seem angry about it. In fact, he was laughing. As was Lita.

"I knew she could fight, but…damn!" Dementia said, no longer able to hide her awe. "Give the girl a knife, and she's hell in a hoodie!"

"She's not wearing a hoodie at the moment," Flug said matter-of-factly.

"Eh." She shrugged. "The alliteration worked."

For once, Black Hat agreed with Dementia. Lita had been a strong fighter before, but now, with a blade in her hand, she was clearly in her element. It seemed she had learned much from their sparring sessions, the rest from her mother. She was more than he could've anticipated. Swift, sneaky, and downright vicious!

He said he wouldn't hold back, but how could he not? In reality, this fight would've ended before it even began. That would ruin the whole point of training her. So, while he'd upped his game from their previous matches, he still kept some of his stronger abilities under wraps.

After all, it wasn't as if he had any intention of killing her.

At one point, Lita found she couldn't pay attention to four tentacles and two sets of claws at once. While she was chopping off a tendril, a claw slashed her arm. Crying out, she glanced down at the three long, red streaks dripping down her shoulder. From the sidelines, Flug squeaked in worry while Dementia squealed in excitement.

For a brief moment, Black Hat flinched. Honestly, he hadn't intended on scarring her at this moment. He remembered their intense conversation earlier, and how she felt about being vulnerable. Would this leave a mark? And if so, how would she react to it?

And why did he care?!

Panting, Lita covered her bleeding arm. "Sheesh, boss." The smirk surprised everyone. "If you wanted more of my blood, all you had to do was ask."

Black Hat did not let his stunned silence last long. Chuckling darkly, he teleported behind her, wrapping her in his arms and tentacles.

"Hey, that's cheating!" she shouted.

"Never expect the fight to be fair," he whispered in her ear.

She gasped as she felt his long, wet tongue run along the fresh claw marks.

"Mmm," he moaned. "Still delicious, my dear."

"Caramba, you're gross!" Lita hollered, trying so hard not to laugh in spite of the situation.

While he was distracted with the taste of her blood, she elbowed him in the ribs. As he jolted backward, she found enough wriggle room to move her arm upwards, cutting through the constricting tendrils.

"Come now, my dear," Black Hat said, tightening his arms around her. "Don't you think you've maimed my tentacles enough? Come up with something a little more creative."

"Says the dude who's been using nothing but tentacles this entire fight," Lita said, struggling in his grasp.

"Hmm. You do have a point."

Effortlessly, he picked her up and tossed her vertically into the air.

"Didn't expect that one, did you?" he called up to her.

Then Lita started coming down, her knife pointing right at him. Laughing, he stepped to the side. But not far enough. Flipping forward, she thrust her legs outward, kicking him in the face. Scowling, he grabbed her legs before she could hit the floor and swung her towards the wall. Fortunately, the gymnastic rings were in her path of flight, so she grabbed them, but in doing so, dropped her knife. Lita laughed as she flipped forward on the rings, let go and dropped to the floor gracefully, snatching up her blade.

"Well, well, well," Black Hat said, appearing from the shadows behind her. "Look who's improving."

His now enlarged claws swooped down to grab her, but she tumbled out of the way.

"Learned from the best," she said as she sprang up.

"You're an excellent student," Black Hat said, his hat opening up to reveal a mass array of guns. "But you'll never surpass the master."

The guns shocked her, but after processing them, she shook her head with a scoff.

"Bring it on, old man."

"Oh, ho, ho!" he said, his fingers transforming into long, curved knives. "You're in for it now, missy!"

As the fight continued, Flug and Dementia watched from the floor, both incredibly conflicted.

Flug should've been horrified right now. After all, a coworker he'd come to like was going head-to-head against Black Hat. And even though it wasn't a serious battle, her chances of coming out alive were still…not very good.

However, the side of him that reveled in watching violence couldn't help but find the scene…wondrous. The way the demon and the girl danced around each other, finding each other's attacks amusing, it was like watching an artform. They both bled, they both bruised—though Black Hat, not for long—yet the thrill and bloodlust in their eyes never went away. It was incredible. Lita was no physical equal to Black Hat, and yet…her stamina, her strategy, were nearly equivalent to his. So much to the point it was like they were fighting with each other rather than against each other.

And their dance of destruction was…stimulating.

Flug fanned himself as he started to sweat. "H-Hey, is it, um…is it getting hot in here?"

"Err, uh," Dementia said, wiping her brow, not taking her eyes off the fight. "Kinda?"

She, too, couldn't help but admire what was unfolding before her. Lita could never beat her Black Hat, of course, but she could certainly give him a workout! And with how ruthless both of them were being, it was…kind of hot.

"Nope!" the lizard-girl exclaimed, shaking her head. "I am not getting into this! That should be me in there!"

She moved to stop this, but Black Hat's tentacle forced her back down.

"Oh, geez!" Flug cried, panicked as his hands flew to his crotch.

But it was too late. Dementia had seen the wetness that had seeped through his jeans.

"Seriously, dude?"

"I, uh," the embarrassed scientist said, standing up. "Need the bathroom."

He dashed out of the gym, his head down and his hands not leaving his private area. The duelers didn't seem to notice him, as they were now face to face. His hand held her right wrist, the jambiya an inch away from his brow. Her other hand was clutched on the tentacle around her middle.

They were both smiling widely as they made eye contact.

Dementia stood, ready to try and come between them again. However, one step, and her ankle was ensnared by a tentacle. She screamed as she was thrown through the gym's double doors.

Frankly, Black Hat was sick of the mutant's presence. His interest was on his small, but fiery opponent.

This fight had awakened something in Lita. He could see the gleam in her eyes that was different from what he'd seen in their previous matches. He knew that gleam. He saw it in the mirror every day.

It was glee. Pure, murderous glee.

She wasn't doing this out of survival anymore. Or even anger. Oh no, she was having fun. She was causing injury—though not permanent—and she was enjoying herself.

Here it was. The villainous passion Black Hat had tried so hard to get out of her. He wanted to see more. He had to keep this fight going.

And Lita was enjoying herself. She wasn't sure why. Maybe it was the fact that there were no consequences to her actions, as Black Hat could heal himself. Still, the fight was unbalanced, considering she couldn't do the same. The deep scratches on her arm still stung. She knew she'd have to have Flug take a look at it. Not to mention she was panting from exhaustion.

As fun as this was, Lita couldn't help but feel a bit frustrated that she couldn't injure Black Hat as severely as he could her. He was invincible, after all.

No, wait. He isn't!

As she struggled against his grip, Lita eyed his monocle, remembering what lay—or rather what didn't lay—behind it.

"Had enough, Miss Ladrona?" Black Hat said cockily, tightening his grip on her knife hand. "After all, it's not like you can defeat me."

"No," Lita said, smirking. "But I can still give ya hell."

He was about to ask her meaning when she dropped her knife and caught it with her free hand. Before Black Hat realized what she was doing, she thrust the blade into his monocle, shattering it.

The agonizing sound that came out of his mouth nearly caused Lita's eardrums to burst.

As his hands flew to his eye socket and his tentacles retracted into his back, Lita was released from his hold. Black blood was trickling through his fingers and down his hands. He turned his back to her, crouched over as he seethed in pain.

Shocked at what she had done, she dropped the jambiya. The demon was legitimately in pain. She'd actually managed to hurt him! She glanced down at the blade. It was covered in black blood. His blood. Then she looked to see the same blood all over her shirt. And her hands.

Hesitantly, she picked the jambiya back up and stepped towards the demon, who was still writhing quietly.

"S-Sir?" she said, reaching out to his shoulder. "I-I didn't…I'm so sorry!"

He faced her so quickly that she jumped back in alarm. Through his fingers, she could see the glass fragments impaled within the edges of his eye socket. His good eye was scowling hard at her.

"I entrusted you," he growled, moving one hand away from his bleeding socket to form a fist, "with a deeply-guarded secret regarding my…vulnerabilities."

He snatched up her wrist. It took all her strength to keep herself from dropping her jambiya again.

"And you," he said, lowering his other hand to reveal the gory picture behind it, "took full advantage of it."

She tried not to stare at the injury for too long. "I, uh…I didn't mean to…"

Then he did something unexpected. He smiled.

"Just like a villain would do."

There was pride in his voice. It caused Lita to stiffen.

"N-No, I…"

Releasing her wrist, he chuckled. "There's hope for you yet, Miss Ladrona."

"But I…I didn't wanna hurt you!"

Her words shocked them both, though Black Hat didn't show it.

"Don't be foolish." He scoffed. "Everyone wants to hurt me."

"I don't,"she said in a small voice.

The moment she said it, she knew it was true. She hadn't really wanted to hurt Black Hat. She'd just wanted to even the playing field. She'd thought hitting his weak spot would bug him. She hadn't thought it would actually hurt him!

Why didn't she want to hurt him? She wasn't sure. Maybe she'd just come to respect him over the past several weeks. Maybe it was because of the small comfort he'd given her earlier. Sure, he was a villain and a jerk, but she didn't hate him. At least not that much.

Black Hat raised an eyebrow at her. "Get into the habit of feeling that way towards all your opponents, and you'll find yourself losing quite easily. You can't expect your enemy to extend the same courtesy, after all."

She shook her head. "I know, I know! I just didn't wanna hurt—"

"Oh?" He cocked his head. "So you stabbed me by accident then?"

She bit her lip. "N-No."

"And you weren't," he said, picking fragments of glass out of his eye socket, "aiming for my missing eye? The very weak spot I had revealed to you not a few hours ago?"

"W-Well, I…"

"Admit it. You wanted to hurt me."

He cupped her chin, forcing her to look into the bloody hole in his head. The blood was now dripping over his mouth, staining his sickly grinning fangs.

Black Hat wanted to prove a point. To do that, he had to bring back that sadistic spark that had ignited within her.

"Can't say I particularly blame you after all I've put you through," he said nonchalantly. "After all, I did abduct your father, make you into my slave, work you to the bone, punish you unjustly, not to mention all the times I've struck you in sparring."

He brought her face closer, taking note of how much heavier her breathing had gotten. "Don't you want to return the favor? Make me suffer like I've made you suffer? Or perhaps you're too cowardly to even tr—"

The sudden slashing across his throat cut him off. Lita stepped away from him, her eyes wide and glossy as they stared in horror at the oozing slit in Black Hat's neck.

The demon only snickered as the wound closed up. "Well, well, Miss Ladrona. If I weren't immortal, that could've killed me."

Lita glanced down at the knife, now completely soaked in black blood. She'd stabbed people before. She'd slashed their arms, their sides, their balls, but never the throat. Black Hat was right. People could survive a minor stabbing, but a slit throat…that death was almost instantaneous.

And she hadn't even thought about it. Just one impulse of anger, and she'd slit his throat.

"And how did that make you feel?"

She didn't answer. She was still shaking from the adrenaline.

One hand took her shoulder, the other taking her chin by the finger.

"How did that make you feel?" he whispered slowly. "You're not leaving until you tell me."

Hyperventilating, she struggled to get the words out. "It…it felt…it felt…"

"Yes?" he said, his icy breath causing her to shake more.

Lita gulped. "G-Good."

"I thought so." His grin widened in satisfaction. "You're more like me than you realize."

Turning her face away, she murmured, "I don't hurt people for fun."

"But you want to. Don't you?"

She stepped back. "Not unless they deserve it."

Black Hat laughed. "You'll come to discover that everyone deserves punishment for something."

She was silent for a moment. "You're right." She looked him boldly in the eye. "You did deserve that."

That wiped the smile from his face.

"Now, if you'll excuse me," she said, holding up the bloody blade, "I'm gonna go clean this off."

And have Flug patch up my arm, she thought, clutching her injury.

Black Hat narrowed his eye at her as she walked away. "You're going to be making your first kill eventually! Might as well start getting used to it!"

The flinch in her shoulders did not escape his notice. But she made no reply as she pushed through the gym doors, leaving Black Hat to pick out the remaining pieces of glass, wincing as he did so.

He'd been right. The woman was a sadist. Like him. A sadist in denial, but that could easily be remedied. Soon she'd be working for him not because she had to, but for the pure pleasure of it. If only that moral grayness of hers weren't in the way.

Oh, but she was on her way to the dark side. He really should be upset about her betraying his trust, and striking his weak spot. But it didn't matter, as long as his plan was working.

Though her admission had been strange. That she had no desire to harm him. He didn't know why. Everyone in this world either hated or feared him. Sometimes both. Even Dementia, who adored him, was often aggressive in her affections. He shivered at the memory of her ambushing him with a love bite.

But how could anyone not want to hurt him? Not that they could. Save for his eye, anyway.

Although he couldn't understand it, perhaps it was a blessing. He wanted Lita's dependence, didn't he? Indeed, there were many small victories today. He'd seen Lita Gris at her most vulnerable, and her most sadistic.

It was only a matter of time that she'd become the villain she was born to be.

Ugh! Why are fight scenes always the hardest to write!

I noticed when it came to weapons, Flug normally used some high-tech gun while Dementia used bats, axes, maces...yeah, big and smashy stuff. So, Lita had to have a different weapon of choice and, of course, a knife was easier for her to hide in her pocket. And like it says in this chapter, matched her personality.

And, uh...yeah, Flug is as much a sadist as everyone else in this fic.