And let me tell you, as soon as my hands gripped that handle a stream of badassery ran through my veins and I was MORE than ready to slay Darkspawn, Lizalfos, mammoths, orcs, dragons, or whatever else would have the unfortunate luck of crossing my path. Unfortunately, none of the aforementioned beasts came across my aforementioned path so I was unable to slay them, but I want you to know mercy would not have been shown.
There is something extremely satisfying about wielding a sword. It makes you feel like the biggest badass in the world. I’m a HUGE fan of medieval everything and anything (I’m going to Vegas in a few weeks and I’m most looking forward to Tournament of Kings!) so to actually, you know, HOLD a sword felt like the best thing ever. I’m sure in some prior life I was a knight or something.
Also—just calling it now—I’m going to make a mockery of some medieval videogames and wear a chainmail bikini for Halloween. I will be impervious to attacks sand no one will be able to harm me. Because that’s just how it works.