Aziraphale chuckled. He had very little use for an extra sword designed for someone else, but since good manners should always be encouraged, he allowed Kira to wonder for the time being.
He took a couple of experimental swings, aware that he cut a rather unlikely figure--a slightly pudgy, approaching-middle-aged gentleman in his waistcoat and shirt sleeves, brandishing such a formidable weapon of war. For all that, though, there was nothing the least bit clumsy about the way he handled it. A bit slower than he had once been, perhaps. But its weight felt familiar and reassuring in his hands.
"I believe I am," he said, saluting Kira formally with the blade and taking up a guarded stance.
This was really going to be fairly dangerous; edged weapons, no protective gear...but even after numerous discorporations on the point of such a blade, he'd never taken to the modern, admittedly more civilized notion of fencing. It felt like cheating, somehow.
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He took a couple of experimental swings, aware that he cut a rather unlikely figure--a slightly pudgy, approaching-middle-aged gentleman in his waistcoat and shirt sleeves, brandishing such a formidable weapon of war. For all that, though, there was nothing the least bit clumsy about the way he handled it. A bit slower than he had once been, perhaps. But its weight felt familiar and reassuring in his hands.
"I believe I am," he said, saluting Kira formally with the blade and taking up a guarded stance.
This was really going to be fairly dangerous; edged weapons, no protective gear...but even after numerous discorporations on the point of such a blade, he'd never taken to the modern, admittedly more civilized notion of fencing. It felt like cheating, somehow.