Satan's specter follows into the gate. "You are all allowed one weapon of choice. No guns, and no explosives."
Marta smirked, poison wasn't going to work, daggers were effective but risky, but she worked best with a sword.
Satan looks at Marta. "Very well then." He smirks as a rapier bursts out of the ground in front of her, handle first.
Satan: "That sword was forged from the very fires of Hell. It is strong, but has certain... Consequences."
Satan smirks. "Oh, no... Nothing like that. It just has a tendency to... 'Talk' to the owner and tell them what they should do."
Marta smirks putting the sword back down "it's still going to trap me here so I'm not going to bother."
Satan: "It can tell you many secrets hidden within the pits of Hell. It can prove useful... Or your money back." He smirks. Mammon appears beside Satan. "My money! Where is it!?"
Satan smirks. "Once a weapon is chosen..." The rapier flings into Marta's hand. "It cannot be taken back."
Marta rolls her eyes "can't I hand it to your angry looking fallen angel behind you because you probably used his money to make it."