"You liked that, did you?" Marjara's smile broadened, her dark eyes twinkling. "I have to credit my friend Sera, back home. It was her idea."

Always the unorthodox fighter, in all respects. Not for the first or last time, she felt a pang of homesickness, and as before she simply pushed it down, with all due gentleness.

"I suppose it depends on what goes into a Holy Hand Grenade. If it's just fire, that's easy enough."