[Again, Caim seems unsure of whether he's supposed to be impressed or not. Even without words, his facial expressions tend to make him rather obvious. For some moments in, he eyes the sword Dextera offers to him and after a moment, he takes it in hand.
Putting some distance betwixt them, for Dextera's safety, really, Caim turns his wrist just so in an effort to acquaint himself. Every relationship with a weapon is different and no two are the same. It's a very romanticised view of things, but ultimately true for a soldier whose weapons have become a part of his arm over time. He can't call himself a master with Dextera's sword, but there's an undeniable connection he has. Perhaps because he feels most like himself with a weapon in hand.]
I fail to see what the glowing has anything to do with. The glow of a weapon will not help you strike a man down.
[Caim takes a moment after addressing Dextera to idly brush his fingertips along the edge as he waits for an explanation.]
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Putting some distance betwixt them, for Dextera's safety, really, Caim turns his wrist just so in an effort to acquaint himself. Every relationship with a weapon is different and no two are the same. It's a very romanticised view of things, but ultimately true for a soldier whose weapons have become a part of his arm over time. He can't call himself a master with Dextera's sword, but there's an undeniable connection he has. Perhaps because he feels most like himself with a weapon in hand.]
I fail to see what the glowing has anything to do with. The glow of a weapon will not help you strike a man down.
[Caim takes a moment after addressing Dextera to idly brush his fingertips along the edge as he waits for an explanation.]