The dagger's beautiful feminine aspect smiles.<strong>"I am known by many names, you may call me Carmilla."</strong>As if, on cue, the face sprouts a pair of wicked fangs--then from the swords quillions barbs of jagged gold sprout and enwrap and pierce the Valkyrie Lords arm. A terrible surge of pain fills the Valkyrie Lord as the quillons pierce all the way to the bones beneath his arm, connect and flow into the bones within his body--then form a macabre bassinet hilt round his arm. Another surge black wile energy fills the Valkyrie Lord entering his bones directly and surging to his heart!<br/><br/>Then--just as suddenly as they sprouted they quillons retract snaking back to their former state, protruding from the hilt.<br/><br/><strong>"Among other things I can deter mistrokes. You will never drop me in battle."</strong><br/><br/><strong>"The vile energy your dagger consumed is the dark power of the swordsman you vanquished. His soul escaped to Nirvana--such were the particulars of his curse. When one who was a greater swordsman than he did battle with, and defeated him, his soul would escape his damned coil and the curse would be at an end. A portion of his power I have just gifted you, more lies within my steel and within your dagger."</strong>