@KatherinWinterKyle glanced at Roxy, raising an eyebrow. Kyle reached behind him, pulling out his guitar. He drew in a deep breath, and began to strum with his hand on the guitar. He knew it was a weird power, but he couldn't really change it. Beginning to strum, he told a story.
"One might warrior with the hold on a strong sword, swung it with easy and without hesitation. Bracing before him, stood a large creature, ugly and made of ooze. With ease the warrior stood, swinging his sword, before launching toward the creature. Eyeing it without pity or guilt, watching as it launched into the oozy creature with ease, and quietly stood. It cried with pain, suffering from the attack. The warrior stood still, watching without any sorrow or the feeling of sorry." Kyle told quietly, as the paper from his gem flew with ease outward, forming a sword. As told in the story, it was launched toward the creature and dug in. Kyle stopped strumming and held his guitar at his side, watching the creature.