As they were led by Sam, someone walked up to him and hesitantly handed him his sword. They’d been giving him fakes up until this point out of fear of him and Shula testing each other again. Not really caring to the think about it, he put the thought of him and Shula being unable to get away from each other as he admired the work of his blade.<br/><br/>“You fuck this up, we’re breaking that sword, you hear me?” Sam asked, a pompous tone coming from him.<br/><br/>“I’d like to see you try Sammy, I’d use this sword ON you before I let you use it.”<br/><br/>He wasn’t really lying either, the sword was the last bit of family he truly had left. The few locks of hair on the hilt were the only reminder of who he’d once called kin. Pulling out the blade, he reveled in the sound of the metal clearing the sheath. It shimmered in the lighting above them, the white, sterile light covering his blade in an almost divine sheen.<br/><br/>“This sword is probably worth more than your job Sammy, don’t forget that.”<br/><br/>Sam’s expressions stayed fairly normal as they continued walking, and Faelan was wondering if the constant exposure to him had lessened the effects he had had on the man.<br/><br/>“Now you guys are going to be facing a fairly large D rank beast, with the allowance of magic, and no Faelan, you aren’t getting your gun back.” Sam didn’t even turn as he talked, but just continued to write down things on a notepad as they walked, and Faelan knew they were getting closer to the pit, and he could feel his adrenaline already building up.<br/><br/>“You know Sammy boy, you should really get into the hunting business. It’s a bit more exciting than paperwork. I could even give you some pointers,” he smiled, his offer almost being sincere. Something Faelan had always enjoyed about his line of work was the thrill, the way his heart raced and his body burned after a good hunt.