*As she finishes up her killing spree, she sees an interesting man walk over to her, his clothes coated in a thin layer of dust. As he walks up, he begins clapping. Slowly, at first, but then it speeds up to be sincere applause. Strange, his blazing crimson eyes and his thin, 5'10 frame didn't match the bodies in the car, and he doesn't exactly seem to fit in with the bodies either. Clearly he is not someone you should really kill.* Good work. Interesting how your sword makes people... Explode.