Move forward. Battle. Take down the enemy. The blade she held in her hands whispered to her. Hilt in hand, she snickered to herself. With this blade, I won't lose.
How long must I fight? How many should I kill? How long must I obey this blade in my hands? These questions were burned into her mind. I have to become stronger, far stronger than this blade.
Howl. Destroy. Take down the enemy. She commanded the blade in her hands. The blade accepted her order, its edge quivered in delight. She was in charge now.