[Percy pulls out the pen again and takes the cap off of it. The sword, held in the shadows beyond the grate opening, lets off a soft, warm golden glow.
Miles' armsman blinks and shakes his head, the Mist already fogging the memories of a transforming sword and replacing it with a clever draw.]
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Miles' armsman blinks and shakes his head, the Mist already fogging the memories of a transforming sword and replacing it with a clever draw.]
Guess I'll take point.