"Whoo!" Jordan shouted "shit's getting hot! Or is that just me? I am a sexy motherfucker, just so you know." Jordan crouched down, and with his left hand, unsheathed the blade on the left side of his hip. Jordan then twisted his lower body, putting his left knee on the ground. The blade not even fully out of its sheathe collided with that of Raelis.

"Kadokukokacock..." Jordan mumbled, as if trying to explain something he couldn't quite understand. He dropped his pistol, freeing his right hand, and used it to grab the hilt of his blade. With both hands on the handle, Jordan stood up and maintained a stance with his feet shoulder's distance from eachother, with his knees slightly bent. "Fuck, I can't pronounce this shit." Jordan explained. "Whatever. My sword's got a retarded name and has cool supernatural powers. I'm pretty sure yours does too, amirite?"