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Even the blades of a Skarmory dull the moment you unsheathe them. [He seems a little irritated at that. How could people fight wars with blunt swords? As if to show it, he does get out a crudely-crafted sword, made from fallen feathers.] Though, I still choose to keep the title. [At least the title of swordsman. Not the one of Beoulve, even if that is what the network shows.] Perhaps someday I shall find steel strong enough to keep the title of sword.

[...Or a Honedge.]