"Secret identities," Sofia said. "I can dig it. Don't ever need one myself, because the public witchy-poo thing works well for me, but I can dig it." She held a hand out, once more, lightning surged around her hand, this time melding with fire and a gust of wind.

A moment later, she was holding a short, but lethal-looking, broadsword.

She swung it at the nearest harpy.

"This is so much more fun than the mummy I accidentally loosed in the Sanctum last week."