"Yeah, I know the saying." Zhuraek took his weapon back. "That was a nice try but I've had to deal with worse."<br/><br/>He held his blade outsretched and looked down it's length. The swirling gases quickly started to flow out of the blade from one place and back into another. Zhuraek spun it around a few times, before placing a single finger where the blade met the hilt. It balanced perfectly.<br/><br/>Returning it to it's sheath, he said:<br/>"So are you going to try and kill me now? I haven't got all night." He sounded bored.