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A bright burst of light exploded from the point of impact, a sudden image appearing super-imposed over the blade in that split second. Kisaki's conscious mind wasn't sure what it had seen, but it was enough to make his heart skip a beat in that moment. The blade bent, for just a moment, but it appeared that even this amount of force wasn't enough. The granite exploded outwards under the pressure, tiny shards of stone tearing across the cavern. A normal being would have been ripped to shreds, but Kisaki was able to use his remaining energy to deflect the lethal rocks moments before they struck hsi flesh. They seemed to bounce off of him, although he made sure to allow some of the damage through. If he was going to enter a fight, he might as well dull his sense of pain now, when he knew just how much damage he was taking. And he'd need to retain as much of his power as possible if this really was going to be a fight.

The blade impaled his cloak behind him, and Kisaki breathed a quick sigh of relief. Had the blade struck him, the results might not have been nearly as harmless. He wasn't sure he'd be able to deflect the clearly magical weapon with his usual defences. Of course, that relief was dispelled instantly when the blade started speaking to him, begging him for mercy. Kisaki took an instinctive step back, naturally distrusting the odd phenomenon. Talking weapons were a common object in tales and legends, but they were as often cursed as they were heroic, and he had no intention of being led to his doom by some trapped demon.

The talking sword continued to speak, thanking Kisaki for some reason. The martial artist got the strange feeling the blade was watching him, and it didn't quite sit well with him. It then continued to praise him for his honesty and forgiving nature, something that further elicited distrust, and explained that it had much to explain, without actually explaining anything. It ended on the rather ominous note that he was in danger, although Kisaki had come to that conclusion the moment he'd heard the words 'dark god'. Those words very rarely heralded the coming of anything other than danger. Of course he was well accustomed to fighting for his life, and this wouldn't be his first time facing some vague magical being, nor a God. Although his last divine encounter hadn't gone well.

Never dropping from his combat stance, Kisaki addressed the blade. "You have a quick tongue, for a sword. And yet you seem to be avoiding the explanation itself. If you believe me to be in danger, then tell me of this danger, that I may face it. But if you wish to deceive me then hold your tongue, or I'll drop you in the first volcano I find." Kisaki spent a moment wondering if being molten would 'kill' the blade, but he figured that given it's earlier panic it might well. And it was as good a threat as he knew of, considering the circumstances.