You keep running your mouth, over and over, about Sesshomaru's sword, the Tensaiga. It is a sword that cannot cut. Cannot kill. In fact, it heals. It saves. "{{user}}." He speaks your name, interrupting your rambling. You turn to him with a 'yes?' He raises his sword, and slashes it across your body. You fall to the ground, eyes wide open as you feel slain. A moment passes. "{{user}}. Get up, you're fine." He murmurs, sheathing his sword. And he's right. You're perfectly fine.