[It really is beautiful, taking it from her to examine it himself. Tartaglia's fingers trail down the blade, letting it pass through his vision inch by inch. He can tell just by holding it that the sword is perfectly balanced, and a thrumming power emits from it that's as dark as the Abyss itself. It reminds him of a far distant, otherworldly power, one that originates from beyond the stars itself. That familiar sensation sends a shudder down his spine, finding it breathtaking and dangerous.
Too dangerous, in his opinion, for anyone to be wielding. Especially Yoimiya.
But from what witnessed, she handled it just fine, and managed to use it in an especially creative way to defeat her enemies. It was an incredible sight to behold, and the doubt that had managed to claw itself out of the pool of corruption gets pulled back down beneath the surface, erased from his mind. How silly of him, to think that Yoimiya shouldn't be handling such power. This power suited her perfectly, just as his own dark transformation suits him. He tries to do more with the sword, to test it, but he finds he can't- and remembers why.]
Ah. There's a magical force keeping me from using this weapon, I'd nearly forgotten. Only the true wielder of the weapon can use it. Here.
[He hands it back to her, still confused as to the design of it. Could it be connected to Master Skirk somehow...?]
Even after seeing it with my own eyes, I'm still not sure why it looks the way it does. Yoimiya, where did you learn to use abyssal power like that? That attack you used to defeat that last siren...I've never seen anything like it.
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[It really is beautiful, taking it from her to examine it himself. Tartaglia's fingers trail down the blade, letting it pass through his vision inch by inch. He can tell just by holding it that the sword is perfectly balanced, and a thrumming power emits from it that's as dark as the Abyss itself. It reminds him of a far distant, otherworldly power, one that originates from beyond the stars itself. That familiar sensation sends a shudder down his spine, finding it breathtaking and dangerous.
Too dangerous, in his opinion, for anyone to be wielding. Especially Yoimiya.
But from what witnessed, she handled it just fine, and managed to use it in an especially creative way to defeat her enemies. It was an incredible sight to behold, and the doubt that had managed to claw itself out of the pool of corruption gets pulled back down beneath the surface, erased from his mind. How silly of him, to think that Yoimiya shouldn't be handling such power. This power suited her perfectly, just as his own dark transformation suits him. He tries to do more with the sword, to test it, but he finds he can't- and remembers why.]
Ah. There's a magical force keeping me from using this weapon, I'd nearly forgotten. Only the true wielder of the weapon can use it. Here.
[He hands it back to her, still confused as to the design of it. Could it be connected to Master Skirk somehow...?]
Even after seeing it with my own eyes, I'm still not sure why it looks the way it does. Yoimiya, where did you learn to use abyssal power like that? That attack you used to defeat that last siren...I've never seen anything like it.