[That blade... His fingers extend slowly to very nearly caress the cold, smooth steel, sensing that there is something truly powerful about this weapon. It is an art-form, much like his own sword. The power it possesses cannot truly be seen with observation alone.]
[Eventually, there is a long, grudging sigh. The Deity doesn't like it, doesn't like that he's being forced into this path, but he has accepted it. For now.]
[action]
[Eventually, there is a long, grudging sigh. The Deity doesn't like it, doesn't like that he's being forced into this path, but he has accepted it. For now.]