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“ what am i supposed to do with this? “ ( bodyguard verse )

「𝔖」 An aggravated roll of his eyes. What was complicated about the blade? Mr. Kennedy was no doubt trained in the art of using knives, certainly a weapon much more befitting of his newly assigned station would be child's play.

The intricate piece was unsheathed, held with decades of prior experience. As Osmund took a breath, then his first swing upon the target ( thankfully, not a nailed human body --- but a strung boar, in preparation for consumption ), the façade he was a powerless, infirm religious leader seemed to die. The sway of his billowing robes presented the illusion he was a sort of spiritual guru, restlessly trained in martial arts --- albeit from a more ANCIENT time. A short demonstration that despite it, & he, hailing from centuries ago, they were quick enough to kill. The dead halves separated seamlessly, slicing through bone as if butter.

A product of the forge so pure, no crack dared to sully it's immaculate craftsmanship.

" 𝔚𝔦𝔢𝔩𝔡 𝔦𝔱. 𝔚𝔥𝔞𝔱 𝔢𝔩𝔰𝔢, 𝔪𝔶 𝔠𝔥𝔦𝔩𝔡? ℑ 𝔣𝔢𝔩𝔱 𝔦𝔱 𝔫𝔞𝔱𝔲𝔯𝔞𝔩 𝔱𝔬 𝔤𝔦𝔣𝔱 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔞𝔫... 𝔞𝔡𝔡𝔦𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫. " Though The Agent carried Jack's fighting knife engraved with the depiction of a snake, now becoming the side of the coin that once belonged to Major Krauser, it didn't mean he couldn't be granted MORE priceless collectibles for his personal armory --- if not SPOILED LAVISHLY whilst Leon remained his favorite plaything.

Licking the blood from hardened steel, only the disembodied hindquarters & wooden pail full of fallen viscera was left. Soon to be devoured by his brethren, anxious to feed. Osmund did not hide he regarded his own family as his endearing, dependent livestock, nourishing them from what seemed like feed buckets or troughs, rather than plates.

The medium-sized sword was then hidden away in the scabbard, being offered for Leon to take from his grasp. Those eyes, pale & reminiscent of burrowing insects, were fixated upon each lifeless hunk of meat, awaiting with hunger for what he planned to do : " 𝔗𝔥𝔢 𝔣𝔞𝔩𝔠𝔞𝔱𝔞 𝔥𝔞𝔰 𝔭𝔯𝔬𝔱𝔢𝔠𝔱𝔢𝔡 𝔲𝔰 𝔣𝔬𝔯 𝔤𝔢𝔫𝔢𝔯𝔞𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫𝔰. 𝔑𝔬𝔱 𝔬𝔫𝔩𝔶 𝔱𝔥𝔞𝔱, 𝔟𝔲𝔱 𝔦𝔱'𝔰 𝔢𝔡𝔤𝔢 𝔭𝔯𝔬𝔳𝔦𝔡𝔢𝔰 𝔴𝔥𝔞𝔱 𝔥𝔲𝔪𝔞𝔫 𝔥𝔞𝔫𝔡𝔰 𝔠𝔞𝔫𝔫𝔬𝔱. 𝔚𝔦𝔱𝔫𝔢𝔰𝔰 𝔣𝔬𝔯 𝔶𝔬𝔲𝔯𝔰𝔢𝔩𝔣 𝔞𝔰 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔠𝔞𝔯𝔳𝔢 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔯𝔢𝔰𝔱. "