[i]Jason chuckled grimly, enjoying the sight because he's an edgy bastard. He loved seeing blood, head roll.. Especially if both things belonged to some prïck. [/i] "No need to thank me, lass. 'Course, I'm not saying ya couldn't have done it without li'l Jason.. But I made it easier, methinks." [i]Jason said with a proud undertone, a grin on his face as he watched the sword spear very reeled in, the process now going pretty quickly since there was no resistance. Once the hand clicked into place and the fingers were still tightly wrapped around the spear's shaft, the Russian slowly raised the weapon, weighing it horizontally in his hand with an approving nod and groan. [/i] "Maybe cut off just a li'l bit from the bottom to make it more useable by someone my size.. This shite'll be fine and real dandy."