Holy shit?

Like, she keeps trying to come up with other words but holy [i]shit???{?i]

A knight! The Dust Knight! Career knight! Career knight she [i]knows![/i]

Or, you know, not [i]knows[/i], knows, but has! Has heard stories about! Like, in the canteens and docks and--

 Ho-[i]o[/i]ly capital S H [i]SH[/i]eeeyit!

She doesn't realize she's been gnawing on the halberd in awe until it comes into two halves in her hands.

A knight! To save her! Holy shit does that--no, no, she's probably not a knight, but she [i]could[/i] be! Oh shit, she could parlay this into-- Well yes she could parlay this into fame and fortune but not actually and really she wouldn't be happy with the kind of fame and fortune that just dropped into her lap and--

Amycix's training knocks against her skull like a club to the hindbrain. Iron. Red. Now's the time to strike, dumbass, she had to train that into you hard enough.

She doesn't do anything dumb like stare at the two halves of the warhammer in her hands. No, there is rescue, there are the gods, there are slightly less than fifty thousand Pix, and she is leading the charge into the drones with a warcry.

Well, more like an ululating howl. Warcries are supposed to be more articulate, she thinks, bear a message of some kind.

Tyrants of tomorrow. Holy shit. Holy shit holy shit holy [i]shit.[/i]

He is the coolest person she has ever seen, and she's going to be just like him someday.