The was one thing on Ian's mind during the ride back, alright maybe more the one thing but this was the important one, and that was his injury and how he'd continue fighting until it healed. Now there was likely some kind of mage that could accelerate the healing process but, even if there was, he actually would prefer otherwise. This injury seemed like a good enough excuse for a bit of a change. There was this old peculiar sword cast off and forgotten in the back of Candaeln's armory and Ian has been looking for a reason to play with it for at least three months now.
He was fighting to keep his tail from wagging when they reached the Iron Rose Headquarters and, after being helped off his horse by the stable hand, quickly slipped away from everyone. He tried to avoid too much notice, more for the same reason that he keeps his ears and tail covered most of the time than anything, as he made his way to the armory for the blade. Citing the need for a substitute weapon given his condition he left his shields in the care of the quartermaster and grabbed the blade, receiving an odd look for his choice on the way out.
The blade itself wasn't too remarkable, the same kind of blade one would see on a greatsword, if a bit thicker, but the hilt was only half the normal length and on the end was a handle perpendicular to the blade, much like a katar. There was also an asymmetrical guard only coming out of one side a few inches the running straight up parallel to the blade and seemed like it was meant to hook an opponents weapon. With the blade finally in hand Ian made for the practice field, going for a secluded area to try out his new sword.
Taking the handle he leaned the sword over his shoulder and took a low stance. He lunged out and used his momentum to aid his strike. The unique handle design gave him quite some range with the weapon but his recovery from his swing was a bit awkward, he'd have to work on that. He tried the guard next, finding a training dummy that was set to be holding a wooden sword he thrust the weapon out and spun it, easily catching the dummy's weapon and wrenching it out of it's grip sending it flying to the side.
He grinned and rested the tip of his sword on the ground and his arm on the handle. He'd have a lot of fun with this thing, though before he could admire it further his attention was turned to a slowly growing ache in his left arm, maybe he should get it checked after all. Sheathing the sword on his back he set off to the infirmary to do just that.