[Izunia's Armiger is, indeed, much smaller than Ardyn's. Aside from the Blade of the Mystic - Ardyn's sword, held in common - there's only a paired set of narrow blades, rapier and dagger with matching guards. Royal Arms in their own right, smithed after Izunia threw aside the blade that cut his brother down, unable to bear the sight of it. Never used, never entrusted to a tomb for future generations - his alone. Until now.
Izunia catches the pair with a deft hand and proffers them, hilts first, to Ardyn.]
[Another silence passed, yellow eyes falling back to the swords. He raised his hands to hover over them for a moment or two, staring distantly as though he wasn't certain what to do with this. They were different, and something about that only seemed to underline how long it had truly been. Ardyn could certainly guess when he'd gotten swords like this, but the simple fact that he'd never seen them before left an ache of unfamiliarity in his chest; what else had his brother done in a lifetime that was never truly his to live?]
[Ardyn's hands wrapped around a pair of hilts, and instead of cutting his already-dead brother down they simply vanished in a flash of crystal.]
[It is only a whisper of magic and a flash, but it feels - right. The first step in making things even and okay again, or at least something resembling it.
Izunia summons, twirls, and dismisses the dagger blade just briefly - long enough to be certain of the blade's nature as a true Royal Arm, not bound to a single place, Armiger, or wielder - and then exhales.]
Much better. I know you never favored lighter blades, but...
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[Miserable useless gods, did it feel good to hear that in all sincerity.]
Wherever we like, Your Highness.
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[A pause.]
But first -
[Izunia's Armiger is, indeed, much smaller than Ardyn's. Aside from the Blade of the Mystic - Ardyn's sword, held in common - there's only a paired set of narrow blades, rapier and dagger with matching guards. Royal Arms in their own right, smithed after Izunia threw aside the blade that cut his brother down, unable to bear the sight of it. Never used, never entrusted to a tomb for future generations - his alone. Until now.
Izunia catches the pair with a deft hand and proffers them, hilts first, to Ardyn.]
Fair is fair, I think.
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[processing]
...Are you asking me to stab you?
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If you decided to go that route I don't think I have any grounds to object, however...
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[Ardyn looked from the swords to Izunia in completely honest confusion.]
I-...why?
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[Ardyn's hands wrapped around a pair of hilts, and instead of cutting his already-dead brother down they simply vanished in a flash of crystal.]
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Izunia summons, twirls, and dismisses the dagger blade just briefly - long enough to be certain of the blade's nature as a true Royal Arm, not bound to a single place, Armiger, or wielder - and then exhales.]
Much better. I know you never favored lighter blades, but...
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[Ardyn has obtained the Blades of the Secret-keeper.]
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