The sword retained aspects of what it was before; the guard motif matching the key’s bow, and its saber point resembling a bit.
Pepper swung the blade. “I’m not a cute meal, beast! I’m—”
The stoat batted it from her grip.
“Apparently not a swordsman…”
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