Sam let go. "Fuсk you, the blade is mine. I called dibs and I'm getting dibs dammit!" He merely unsheathed his High-Frequency blade and activated it. "I always have a way." Sam plunged the blade into the stone, it's molecular separating shit slicing into it cleanly, then he cut a small square around the blade itself. Sam pulled the blade out with the stone still attached. "Voilà."