You look at one of the real ornate swords you bumped into before it fell to the floor, boiling with anger because Percival isn't the traditional healer he claimed to be

"Take it. I will take you with me, whether you want to or not..." A mischievous gleam in Percival eyes "So, if you don't want that, make sure you render me powerless, Princess" He flicks his hands, causing the door to his chambers to audibly lock. As the sword levitates into his palm, he wields it in your direction