Slowly propelling yourself up in the sky with the power of jet-foot propulsion, you allow an evil cackle to rumble through your throat as you give the staff a quick flick off to the side. And just as if you were in possession of your very own crucible blade, a huge, crackling green laser death sword springs out from the staff’s tip. Standing at two yards long and a solid foot wide, it leaves behind a glowing trail like an old, badly-ghosting CRT as you give it an experimental swing, the very sight of it causing Twilight’s pupils to shrink and her ears to flop back a bit.