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Brian was flabbergasted by Greg's assertion that he and his sword were bullshit, he barely swung it in time to bat the chicken away. Unfortunately, he forgot to turn the sword so he'd hit with the flat of the blade, and sliced into the chicken. The sword lit up and unnatural sparks crackled where it had made contact with the chickens blood. The chicken itself began smoking from it's wound as it scurried into the woods, crowing in pain. Brian watched the effects somewhat fearfully, he had no idea that the sword did that- when he'd tested it to see how it cut, he'd done so on a bundle of raggy clothes.