Melinda slid close to the white lighter and eyed the lines carefully, with impatient prodding Jacob revealed the code used to encrypt it. THe moment he had it became a lot easier to understand .. once one knew what your looking for.<br/><br/>"Very Clever how it disguises it. Read every fifth word and it just falls out. We should copy this  ... oh wait a moment"[/b] Mel began but she wasn't anywhere near half way down when a look of exasperation paled Melinda face<br/><br/><strong>"This is a ritual that needs several witches, which we can manage but it still needs something suitable to enchant, and by the looks of it only a weapon of impeccable craftsmanship fashioned in the old ways. I guess that means a sword right ? <br/><br/>One big problem ... its the modern day ! <br/><br/>Who knows how to make swords anymore ? Perhaps some may know how but how many do it <em>impeccably</em> ? <br/><br/>Even if we had one those things this demon has been around for centuries ! He has fought countless battles with swords. He would be a better swordsman than any of us could hope to be or care for. He would run us through before we could draw it. Dueling with this demon ? .. To him a sword may as well be an extension of his hand !"</strong><br/><br/>Melinda grew worried. Something like this is straight down macho alley. How can males resist trying something so romantic ? Still ... it did have a certain poetic charm about it... which was the problem.  Melinda looked to the males about her as their eyes widened.<br/><br/><strong>"Gentlemen, a magic sword I am sure to you all is like a fast car ... irresistible, something you <em>have </em>to have, <em>have </em>to drive, <em>have </em>to own <em>have </em>to use ... but seriously ! Our demon is a master at medieval weaponry ! He has been alive long enough to have likely have an enchanted sword of his own.. surely ! It doesnt have to be as good as we make for him to win. Please I dont want to see any of you killed trying, we have dealt with enough death today."</strong><br/><br/>Then a thought occurred to Melinda ... not all here needed to hold it in their hands, some had abilities ... and it was quiet hard to die ... when one is already dead...<br/><br/>