"A sword?...maybe...I can flatten it and give it an edge, that's pretty much all you can expect though." Eric said as he took the bedpost made bludgeon. He began flattening the 'blade' out by pressing the metal with the palms of his hands. He then set the sword in progress on the ground, and held it steady, blade side up with his knees. He defined the sharp edge by pressing with both hands again, this time he only pressed the edge of the weapon and did so with the heels of his hands, which produced a much thinner result.<br/><br/>"Viola...a sword." He said as he stood, presenting the weapon. It was crude, and certainly not a katana, but it was a sword.<br/><br/>When he hears the barking dog, Eric's face lights up with alarm. "Shit...Scrap!" He yelled as he turned and ran toward the stairs to go save his grandmother's dog.