Democles inspected the sword briefly, reading its records in his mind, then gave it a test swing when he was done.
With a grunt, he turned and extended the blade toward Kallen. "Take."
Kallen arched a brow, but said nothing. He stepped forward and accepted the weapon, that was just as tall as he was... feeling its weight, and running a finger around its edge. Its records manifested in his mindspace, and he gasped.
He gave Democles a questioning look after he was done, his eyes still wearing a light of surprise.
The orc boy met his gaze. "Do your thing," he muttered through gritted teeth, and clenched fists.
Kallen gave a faint shrug, turned, and began to move.
His feet shifted into stance, his breath evened out, and then he swung.
It was fluid, effortless, and powerful.
