Sam spoke while staring with an incredibly sharp gaze. The modesty in his eyes had died as he looked at Sarah's face before him; nothing mattered to him anymore.
Suddenly... Swoosh!
In a split second, sparked by pure hellish flames, a sword emerged from a heap of fire in Sarah's hand, stopping right at Sam's neck. This wasn't enough to budge him even an inch; to him, it was like a mere gust of hot air.
Sam smirked slightly. He leaned his face even closer, stuck out his tongue, and licked the searing blade in a thoroughly repulsive gesture.
"Oh, you have a sword... wonderful. I have a sword too... care to try it?"
'Are you threatening me with a sword? In your dreams. I won't stop even if I die.'
"You perverted scoundrel... I am your President!"
Sarah delivered a sudden kick right between Sam's legs, striking his groin. It was agonizing, yet Sam didn't back down; instead, he leaned even closer to her face.
