The Sword God stared dumbly as Ackster's nub bumped against the hilt. He then looked at Ackster's startled and soon-to-be scared face before changing wrists before Ackster could react. He grabbed Ackster's other hand and wrapped it around the sword hilt, with Ackster unable to do anything about it.
"Fuck off!"
As soon as the Sword God let go, Ackster took off his hand and pulled away from the sword. Or that's what was supposed to happen in Ackster's mind. He didn't pull away from the sword, but the sword wasn't in his hand either, at least not in the ordinary sense.
"Mm, as I suspected. It's parasitic."
The Sword God grabbed Ackster's hand again to look at the black symbol of a sword on its back. He inspected it closely before looking at Ackster when seemingly satisfied.
"Who are you?"
Ackster sighed, not even bothering to try and get out of the Sword God's vice-like grip.
