Markus winced away from Tracy's display. She, he actually knew. They had met on several occasions, as their families were fairly close. He didn't know her [i]well[/i], but he knew he shouldn't have been surprised by the way she acted. 

"Dummkopf, be quiet," he grabbed his mask and took it off by phasing it off of his head, "It's dark out and I imagine the whole magic knight thing is a bit secretive."

He held the mesh mask in his left hand and decided to summon his own weapon, finally. He merely reached toward his left hip, somewhat out of habit, and "drew" his sword out of mid-air. He held it up to his face, blade pointed toward the sky. It was very light. He estimated about three pounds. Lighter than his practice sword. Lighter than any sword of its length had any right to be. But not weightless.