Adam Taurus

The swords at my sides were part of that. One was the magical sword that Jaune had given me a few weeks ago, all but humming with its desire to unleash the power it contained.

But the blade I drew was mine. Wilt and Blush, the weapons I’d made years ago, under Raven’s watchful eye. The weapons I’d trained with for endless days and nights, even before Jaune’s inhuman training regime led to restless nights of practice and combat. It bore the scars of it, too, and I’d had to reforge it more than once, sometimes with Raven’s help and sometimes on my own. I didn’t consider that a mark against it, but a matter of pride; maybe the sword I wielded now wasn’t the same as the one I’d first picked up years ago, but I wasn’t the same, either. We’d both changed. We’d both gotten stronger. That was life for you.