[Some people are horse girls. Some people are sword girls. It is simply what it is.]
It makes for an excellent looming figure, both on your back and being used properly. But perhaps not needing to use it is a good thing.
[Alucard stands up slowly, extending his right hand. From the far corner where a door is, there is a wooshing. In a moment, his own sword is in hand, glinting in the light. The blade is far thinner and finer, the craftsmanship of the handle simple but no less elegant for it.
He holds it carefully with his palms up, the tip of the blade in his left hand and then handle in his right. It is a sword made for finer work and for speed, not dissimilar to how it just yeeted itself into his hand.]
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It makes for an excellent looming figure, both on your back and being used properly. But perhaps not needing to use it is a good thing.
[Alucard stands up slowly, extending his right hand. From the far corner where a door is, there is a wooshing. In a moment, his own sword is in hand, glinting in the light. The blade is far thinner and finer, the craftsmanship of the handle simple but no less elegant for it.
He holds it carefully with his palms up, the tip of the blade in his left hand and then handle in his right. It is a sword made for finer work and for speed, not dissimilar to how it just yeeted itself into his hand.]
This one.