"China smiled. “It’s not dogs who case me. It’s wolves. And I’ve led them to your door.”
Eliza lost her smile. “Out. Out, get out.”
“Too late, I’m afraid. They’re already here.”
“Then I’ll throw you to them,” said Scorn, grabbing China’s arm.
China whipped her arm free, smacked Scorn across the face and stomped on the back of her leg. Scorn fell to one knee and China’s fingertips dug into either side of her trachea.
“You beat me last time because I had grown complacent,” she said softly. “I had lost my edge. But I’ve had a year to get that edge back. Feel how sharp I am, Eliza?”" — Skulduggery Pleasant: Last Stand of Dead Men
