How Weiss got her sword~

he young bodyguard stood over his fallen mentor. he mad a promise to bring home their young charge, whatever the cost. Running, he managed to catch up to the kidnappers and drew his blades, a Rapier and dagger. His blades caught the moonlight as he charged. An enemy struck out with his own blade, only to be parried b the dagger and ended with a quick thrust, while another fell to the fluid motion of the dagger. Flowing forth like a stream of blades the young bodyguard cut through the mercenary soldiers, an unstoppable juggernaught pressing toward his objective, the Girl he had been tasked with protecting. She noticed him, and desperately called his name as he pressed on, and while his skill felled many of the kidnappers, through sheer numbers they had wounded him. Gritting his teeth he renewed his attack, furiously slashing ad hacking his way until even the leader of the rogues fell, but not before receiving a mortal wound. he fell, barely able to grasp consciousness. the girl knelt at his side, weeping. he smiled through his pain and weariness, to grasp her hand and ask her to return home, and remember him as he was. She remembered the many times he had snuck her candies and books her father had deemed "plebian" and "unfit" and the many stories he told her. as he faded. Finally his hand grew cold and she stood, but not before taking his Sword, and vowing never to be so weak again....