Morgana said nothing, watching for a moment more. Then with a growl and a sigh, she advanced on Xion once more. Her guitar was slung to her back, and instead she raised her hand high, her claw-like nails almost taking on a demonic shine. Fingers locked, she rapidly swung down in rapid succession...

... To free Xion, the thorns now cut apart. She pulled her hand back, blowing on her nails as if she'd just fired off a bullet from a gun.

"Figures this place didn't let me bring along my nail file."