"How would i not?" [b]Royal turned to Fenrir[/b] "I'm a sensei! It's my job to know everyone"

"[b]...[/b]" [i]He squinted a second more, then sighed, throwing up his arm in a dismissive manner as he turned to the blade in the rock. There was history in that sword, beyond even the Arthurian legends. It was ancient, powerful, and righteous. He could feel it's history, age, and power flowing off of it in waves, but he could also feel it's righteousness, holiness, and virtuosity. He was certain he would fail. He didn't even know what he would do if he somehow did not. He already had a sword, one of greater age, but of far less renown. It suited him, and he it. So, if by some miracle he pulled this sword from the stone, he had no idea what he'd do with it. Still, he had come this far. He walked up to the stone, taking the hilt in both hands, and pulled with all his strength, the Yodünfire coursing through him and strengthening him further.[/i]

[b]The sword, did not budge. It's history of great kings cutting to a halt within his mind. There was an odd silence from the ground as the sensei grabbed the bottom part of the hilt, pulling upwards with him. Combined, the sword caused the ground to crack in several directions, then suddenly a light explosion happened and the two were knocked backwards.[/b]

[spoiler]Wait, wut? Wut just happened?[/spoiler] [i]Fenrir, somewhat dazed and confused, came crashing to the ground just in front of the crowd. He groaned as he lifted his head to look upon the stone and the sword, also looking for the man who had Calle shim self a "Sensei." Seeking to find if he was alright, the Wolf swiftly climbed to his feet, looking around the area of the explosion.[/i]