Arthfael growls in agonizing pain from golden barbs sinking to his flesh and through bone crack vile energy to his heart! Which is vile already and not affected further by it but it echoed his present unhealable injuries. When barbs withdrew he replied to Carmilla's words now with words of his own out loud;<strong>"First of all; I did not drop you. You fell on ground when your former master died and I just picked you off the ground. Secondly your a weapon and weapon is meant serve it's wielder and master, not turn against it. I own many blades and if certain blade serves me better for specific combat stragedy you will submit to be elevated by my telekinesis powers and not wrap so possessively around my arm. If you start rebel against me I promise you would <em><em>wish</em></em> I would just drop you clumsily in battle compared what I would pay you from your defiance against me Carmilla. But I do not mistreat fine weapon and if your better than any my blades I own now I have little no reason not to use you personally. So hopefully we are in clear understanding here now....."</strong>Arthfael looked on the fanged visage of the Carmilla in katana guard, then glancing on then dark energy crackling dagger and he asks;<strong>"So what power now lays in my dagger? It takes space there until I slay someone and so new soul would replace the dark power which rests inside sealed. How I would take it in use besides just eatting it to bolster me one time for a hour greatly?"</strong>