Elliot swung the sword mindlessly, oblivious to Kara who was screaming and dragging poor Camelia away mere meters from where he was standing.
He was in a trance, and his mind was filled with a growing wonder at the awesomeness of the sword.
Slash. Thrust. Slash. Parry.
Elliot subconsciously executed a myriad of complex sword techniques, unaware that his gentle movements had begun to rip the Number 1 Drone into shreds.
"Elliot! Elliot!" A faint voice rang out deep in his mind.
"Hmmm?" Elliot paused his movements for a quick second. However, an overwhelming sense of wonder descended upon him once more, gently but firmly leading his full attention back into the mesmerizing set of sword techniques he was executing.
The rust on the sword turned into a black miasma of sorts and began to creep toward the sword handle and onto Elliot's hand.
Slash. Slash. Slash. Slash.
Elliot continued his mindless attacks. And for some reason, his attacks slowly angled towards the two girls.
