"Of course, my blade is yours Sir D'Atragne. This one shall rue the day he uttered such slander towards a fellow knight beyond repute!" Lorelai declared. As the Lord of Beasts rose with a growl she drew a length of pitted steal that could be referred to as a sword if you had a exceedingly liberal definition of the word. An experimental swing and she felt she had a good grasp for the balance of it, years of going through swords like firewood giving her a good sense for their worth. [i]Hmm, I give this two swings. This ruffian seems the difficult sort, so perhaps I try another? Yes, that sounds like a good idea.[/i]

The Abyssal knight searched out for what she thought of as a well spring of honor and valor that imbued her with her might beyond reason, but anyone else would call wasted magic potential so great that every Mage worth their salt across the world over wept the day she choose to be a deluded knight. 

"You will taste our steel!" Her arm swept back as valor coursed through the limb and into the blade before she swung forward and released the sword. There was audible crack and distortion of the air as the projectile moved faster than sound towards the Shaman's center mass.