Rule 1 - Don't punch above your weight

Wow, oh wow, that was nasty. He had zoned in on the sword so fast he had missed the splatter of gore and guts that coated the woman. He put a paw to his nose and wrinkled at the smell of entrails. “You sure?” he asked as she put the sword down and invited him to take a look. He hesitated, knowing his mum would skin him if she found out. But it was so shiny, and it was right there! His curiosity won out and he shuffled forward, grabbing at the katana like it was made out of glass. Or made out of babies, maybe. He cradled it in his paws as he admired it. “Sooo shiiiinnny”

As she spoke, he looked up, and saw what she was doing. “Shouldn’t you wash up first?” He suggested, not that he knew much about healing. “No, didn’t get me” He confirmed, and turned his head back down to look at his her shiny, shiny sword again.

"Ciaran Carpathius"