The sword is held in his right hand, fingers curled around the grip. "Nah, see we have handy storage tech called a sylladex. Mine's simple, I can grab anything I want. But the important part is you can stuff damn near anything into one. The glow is all me." It's a normal katana blade, the edge sharp as hell but it's nothing too high quality.

Man he really wants his high quality shit back. He misses Caldescratch, that beautiful babe of a blade. "Anyway, we're going to make this all will over instinct. Right?"