"No one knows what happened to my original blades." Dolemeck admitted sadly. "They are all probably rusted or on display somewhere in a museum, just as my tabard is. These were made for me by the Atlas Foundation as a gift. No Knight should ever be without a blade."
He moved over to Jo's side and helped her lift the blade up, smiling a bit as he did so. His hands were on top of hers, his chest pressed against her back as he helped her to bring the sword back into a proper fighting position.
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