This one was relatively upscale, and her room was a generous suite. Elyn headed for the safe inset in the wall to reveal a gleaming bracer and a set of rings. Blade’s brows rose. “You’ve got a sonic ripper?”“Wouldn’t hunt vampires without one.” Elyn started working the ripper’s power bracer down over her hand to her wrist, then settled the attached silver rings into place on her fingers. A mental order made the ripper flicker into view—a length of three-dimensional light, thin as a rapier blade and about the same length. The light blade itself was harmless, being basically a triddie projection. It served the same purpose as tracer rounds, letting the user know where the actual blade field was. Otherwise you could end up cutting off your own hand with the sonic vibrations the ripper projected.Blade eyed the glowing weapon warily. “If you had a ripper, why didn’t you use it on me?”Her gaze flicked away from his. “Because I didn’t get it for you. This is for Urthar.
