"Ahm afraid we can't tell ya that," Jambavan said. "We've taken an oath."
"It's alright if you can't," I muttered, putting my sword in the belt. "I will find it myself."
"Judging by your words, I assume you are ready to move out," Vyaghra said, rising to his feet.
I smirked as I replied, "Never been more ready."
Meanwhile, Nymeria waved her hand, and the bonfire froze into cold ice. She then raised her other hand and murmured,
"Come, Frostbite."
A low metallic hum filled the air as her sword shot out from the treehouse, slicing through the air at blinding speed.
Nymeria grabbed it by the hilt and waved it downward, cutting the grass from the ground.
"Let's move," she spoke, taking graceful steps out of the Neutral Zone.
Did—did I just skip a heartbeat? That was totally awesome. I wondered if that sword of hers had another hidden shape… one that could turn into a hammer.
"Close yer mouth. Yer lookin' like a bumpkin," Jambavan chuckled, hitting my back lightly.
