Black Zenith [Adventure RPG / Chapter Four: Fires of Heaven]

"Magic." Savannah repeated bluntly, staring at the sword. "Yeah, that's to be expected, I guess. Looks pretty cool though, I'm not going to lie." She rubbed her hands together, both for warmth and in preparation for trying to pull that sword out. "And trust me, if Corman wants his sword back, he's going to have to fight me for it." Taking a few steps forward, Savannah cracked her knuckles, hesitantly reaching forward. Before she could grab it, however, Mr. Masterpiece came up, his colorfully worded speech making her turn back to Myra, taking a finger and pretending to poke at the back of her throat, miming a vomiting motion.

"Careful, Myra, the psycho wants at you." And with that, Savannah grabbed the hilt of the sword, giving it an experimental tug.