Nikolai, a frugal individual never to turn down the opportunity for a good looting on the battlefield, gently pawed at the sword handle with the back of his fingers. He wouldn't pick it up outright yet, because melee weapons in his homeworld had all kinds of security measures. Magic spells, fingerprint-activated tasers, alien mind-control symbiotes... [i]Kidney squids[/i]... Pofski momentarily shuddered at the memory. If this thing was dangerous, he'd like to know for sure before committing an actual grip to it...