Before Amaranth knew it, the energetic one had bounced right over to her. She stopped suddenly, surprised at the abrupt, whirling presence that was Anthony. He skidded in front of her weapon and began inspecting it fervently. Amaranth was not bothered so much, but the boy had a certain... quality to him. The only thing she thought at the time is that he was extremely annoying. Her grip tightened on her halberd, and one of her eyebrows started twitching. 

"Oooooo, it's a halberd! Asian decent... China! Definitely China! Just think of the damage this thing could do on a Lupus or even a Feras... Now that's something!" He rambled to himself with Amaranth standing there, looking quite irritated. As soon as he had come, he dashed off once again, towards the sword-man she had seen earlier, peeking around at the sword on his back. This time, Amaranth got a closer look. 

The sword itself seemed to be rather plain, yet omnious, made out of a strange, dark metal, with barbed wire around the hilt. It made her shudder looking at it. She hated barbed wire. There was no visible sheathe for it, and instead, it remained chained on the man's back by shadowy, black chains. A chill ran down Amaranth's spine as the mere presence of the sword brought back memories she would have... preferred not to remember. Her face contorted into a frown.

"Disgusting," she muttered, hatred dripping from her voice, eyes transfixed on the sword. "Absolutely disgusting."
The energetic one's voice, however, snapped her out of her anger-fueled stupor. She saw him reaching out for it eagerly, a finger extended towards the umbral blade, almost grabbing for it like a small, greedy child. While she would have normally stopped the boy from touching it, she was intrigued as to the result. What would it do? She kept walking, but slowly, her eyes kept on the two.