Ameiko nodded, and made her way over to the blade. The flames went out, as she closed her hand around the handle, picking it up, and then drawing it. It was a remarkably plain-looking sword; nothing seemingly out of the ordinary about it, though it had an aura of... rightness, in her hand, even if she wasn't proficient with wielding such a weapon. "I can feel it... urging us forward. There's someone nearby it's very angry with," Ameiko said, then frowned. "I'm not... very good with this kind of weapon. I feel like I should wield it, but... I worry I'd not be the best choice."<br/><br/>