Stanley saw the sword appear before him, pure white with no hilt whatsoever. It had a crossguard, but even that was so thin. It was an odd sword where the edges flickered constantly, as though the sword could not decide whether it wanted to be sharp or not.
It hovered in the air before him, swaying gently in the wind.
Stanley instinctively reached out with his hand and the sword moved toward him, laying on his hand. The moment he touched the sword, he could tell it was something unique. Something that one could not come across just anywhere.
The 3 that stood away from him looked stunned and confused as the light turned to the sword and fell into Stanley's hand. It was only a moment later that the man named Stark reacted.
"No!" he shouted, immediately trying to control the roots try and slam Stanley onto the ground. He wasn't sure if it would hurt him. He just wanted to get the sword off his hand.
