IC: Malady (Armoury-->Gym) My claws glide over the flat of a scimitar. No. While the stout, strong blade is the kind of thing I like, a scimitar isn't right. Too much skill needed. I dismiss a broadsword, a claymore, a rapier, before settling on a falchion. A wide blade, not particularly long, with a curved point. Single-edged. I give the sword an experimental swing, feeling it slice the air in an almost axe-like fashion. A smile tugs at the corner of my mouth. This is the one. Grabbing the relevant scabbard, I sheath the falchion, and almost reluctantly, I leave my mace behind. Eager to test the new blade, I walk out into the Gym and begin hacking away at stone dummies, gradually getting a feel for the sword. IC: Mu (With Alpha) "Depends," the Rahkshi said, shaking slightly as rivulets of blood ran down his back from the glass. "Are you an #####?" OOC: Malady OFI in the Gym.