[ Miles' turn to stare back at that weapon. Well ... that's a relief, at least . He should have known it would be a magic sword. With a faint huff, he settles himself in the back of the vehicle. ]
It's rather heavy. I'm used to --
[ Shit. Where's his dagger? He fumbles for his dagger - and sighs a breath of relief when he finds it still strapped to his belt. Carefully, he unsheathes it to make sure it's undamaged.
That alloy might just look familiar. A beveled pattern in the metal, intermixed with a familiar sheen of bronze. ]
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It's rather heavy. I'm used to --
[ Shit. Where's his dagger? He fumbles for his dagger - and sighs a breath of relief when he finds it still strapped to his belt. Carefully, he unsheathes it to make sure it's undamaged.
That alloy might just look familiar. A beveled pattern in the metal, intermixed with a familiar sheen of bronze. ]