Spiritual Descendant Of Joan Of Arc

Annja was sitting on her bed having a conversation with another young woman. She had woken up to find her sitting patiently by the bed and now Annja was shaking her head.

"So, you're the sword."

"Your sword. The sword."

"Uh huh. And you're human."

"Very much so."

"And you're wearing armor."

"I'm the sword." She nodded at Annja. "Wielded by Joan d'Arc and now by you, her spiritual descendant."

"You know about that?"

"I know everything about you, Annja."

This was becoming an interesting conversation, really.