[What in literal tarnation is that thing— Hazel steps back hurriedly when someone with a very odd sword comes seemingly out of nowhere. It's not that he thinks this kid is also a threat, but good gracious - warn a guy. Shout or something.]
Mercy, that's handy— watch yourself, son. [This, as he moves forward to sweep his leg into the skeleton's, uh, ankles, so at least it will fall down.]
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Mercy, that's handy— watch yourself, son. [This, as he moves forward to sweep his leg into the skeleton's, uh, ankles, so at least it will fall down.]