Alanna dropped the spear with due haste, ducking to grab for the sword. There was no urge to give something like a victory shout, just the cold reality of battle.

Defending gained no ground in battle, and Alanna fought like she believed every word of that statement, a whirling ball of aggression with a blade on the end. This was what she was meant for, whatever the place. She was meant to fight.

If the minions thought they would have an easy time getting the tiny 'boy' out of the way, now that Alanna had a sword, they had another thing coming.