The blade felt strange in her hand, as she examined it, admiring the craftsmanship. The weight of it was different than any other dagger she had ever felt. It was perfectly balanced, and somehow, it felt as though it was an extension of her own body. Amazing she thought, as the light reflected off its surfaces. It would not be long before her prey was in sight, so she made sure that she was perfectly concealed. And she waited. And waited. And waited. Where is he? she thought, as she crouched in the shadows. Great, my legs have gone to sleep! But she dared not move.