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- "It's a sword," Nora whined. "Boo…"
- "Pyrrha or Jaune then," Ren patted his friend's shoulder. "Or Weiss," he added as an after-thought, nodding towards the Mage. Weiss shook her head, however, touching the hilt of her rapier and stepping back. As the weapon was revealed I could see why. It would be much too heavy for her. It was a long sword, with a hilt that was a hand and a half, the blade a good forty inches or so. It seemed to gleam in the light of the torch Pyrrha now held, a light silvery sheen.
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