Valarinth pressed the tip of her finger to the point of the blade and smiled back down along it as she drifted along the edge of it's length.<br/>"So, you're a mere spiritual presence given physical form."  She smiled as the sword dissolved into her essence.  The voice of Tyr from behind her made her look back and drift away from the figure.  Now that she had other people's personalities mixed with her own, it was becoming difficult to realise which was the real Valarinth talking and acting and which were copies of other people's persona's given form in her mind.  Either way, in her current state, she seemed to be more free with her channeling of mana that you could sense it radiating from her with a gentle intensity.