The sword Anne’s holding is also a guitar, and a magic wand.

It’s a sworguitwand.

“We got you surrounded, Moloney!” harshes the cop with the bullhorn. “Come out with your hands up!”

“You’ll arrest me?” Anne shouts back.

“Shit no!” The bullhorn catches the other cops laughing. “We just want an easy target!”

“This is it,” she mutters. “Live by die by, right?”

“Yea,” says Jesus grimly, unholstering his Desert Eagles. “When I was cornered, you gave me to cap.”

“Shit, Jesus.”

“Today I am your vengeance, Anne!”

They blow out the door, fire and bullets, wailing hard on high G.