“So, we meet again, Vic,” the other sword purred. “For the last time.” “Of course, it will be for the last time,” Vic snapped back. “Because I’m finally going to cleave you in two, you simpering sword!” “The only one who simpers around here is you, you overconfident hunk of metal!” Lucretia cried back.
Can I stop laughing in the most serious situation?
