So he swished up his magnificent sword; crafted Billions of Years ago in the Dungeons of Dol Pferct in the Fires of the River Motre out of pure Xarphur Crystal; enchanted with Evil Black Magic and emobssed on the Hilt with Hu'Zak's emblem; a golden X and gutted the cat.
A Knight is sworn to Honour. His heart knows only Virtue. His blade defends the helpless. His might upholds the Weak. His word speaks only truth. His wrath undoes the Wicked.