Renya hugged the silver sword with gusto. Syon had never seen Renya so happy. She half melted into mist on instinct as a defense mechanism.

"Where'd you find such a wonderful imitation of the Wolf Sword Runa uses?" Renya gushed.

Syon quickly decided to hide the fact it was the real sword. She would hide the fact she killed Runa herself after the hardest fight in her or Myon's career. She had no confidence she could sell Renya a lie right now. So, Syon did what she was best at and drifted away into a sparkle of mist.

She had one final thing to do anyways. As she flew over the battleground strewn with monster flesh and flat tree stumps, she located a mass of tentacles with Ichi's hair peeking out. A cold wind drifted under the tentacles deftly mincing them off Ichi's unconscious body. Syon landed near his form, turning away her head with a blush at his nearly naked form. She crouched pulling out a healing seal Myon gave her. Without looking Syon felt around for his chest and placed the seal, rubbing her hand across it once before she got too embarrassed to continue.

Standing up, Syon whipped the golden scroll from her sleeve to her open hand. With a flick of her fingers it opened, and she chose the weapon that she thought suited him best. Syon looked at the thick short mangled sword with a spiky guard. It had flecks of blood and endless dents, scratches, and jagged points along the cleaver blade. Ever since she saw Ichi's strike against the Mountain Lord, she thought for sure that this was the perfect match.

Earlier, she watched over Ichi's fight with Scipio. She waited to signal for Myon's attack on purpose. Scipio's words made her feel safe enough to let them have at each other. If he was serious, then Syon wouldn't even have had a chance to distribute weapons from the Armory. She felt glad that Renya had pulled off the merger with the cat fine as well.

Looking to the stars, she saw bright blue flashes. Myon chasing an invisible white fleck called Scipio. Syon couldn't tell how long she had until Scipio overwhelmed Myon. Syon told her to play for time, and Myon's stalling for time with her magic won both of them more fights than Syon would like to admit.

Syon heard Ichi groan below her. In fright she dropped the heavy sword on his body and turned to mist. Ichi grabbed around for his stick by instinct, as he woke up he channeled energy into the white part of his stick and drew it from across the field into his hand. His other hand grasped the thick sword as he leaped to his feet.

He admired the blade. He remembered it. Back after he fought Myon, he saw it in the closet where Myon kept her golden bullets.

"The Orc Sword?" Ichi wondered aloud.

Holding it, he felt like his arm warmed up. Ichi looked up, watching the blue flashes. As he did, in Ichi's mind an ancient roar of battle rang out. An unending roar. It reminded him of drums. It wasn't like the Tanuki drums he felt before that went don don don. This was something much more primal.

"Syon. Thanks. Giving a man a weapon is always a good choice." Ichi said.

Ichi could smell Syon's invisible form beside him just fine. Syon partly solidified in shock before blinking back into a mist.