User blog comment:HoundTheDestroyer93/Ask Hound And Samia/@comment-28358106-20161130175813/@comment-25808351-20161201030701

I can't help but blush a little at "Cindy's" provocative gesturing. However, I am a gentleman and must be one. "Sure thing Cindy, but I must warn you. This biscuit boy is a tad heavy." I politely grab Cindy's parasol, but gesture for her to "hold on". My grip loosens and the massive blade drops, it hits the ground like a meteor. It embeds into the earth with ease, breaking stone. As I lift it up, Cindy can see the a perfect indentation of where the sword had dropped.

"See? Now, I'll still let you hold it if you want to." I sling her parasol over my shoulder and set the sword tip into the snow.