From his chest, the Sword-Maiden emerged in all of its blazing glory, the blade fitting right into his hand, better than even the nearly identical carving he had made of it. A proof of the superiority the fiery blade possessed.
"I hope you remember that weapons are not allowed," James grunted from where he stood, muscles glistening and pulsating with strength, the damage done to him all healed. Kyrie grinned; he would need to put in the work to hurt James.
"This is not a weapon but a manifestation of my power in the most literal sense. If anyone has a problem with it, they should go and try to take it out of me." Kyrie did not know how or why the sword was made, much like Wolf Prince, but it stood with him. It was all he needed to know.
James grunted but did not say anything. The red giant jumped to his position again like an uncontrollable bull rushing. Kyrie took the sword in both hands, waiting for the clash.
