[They're being awfully respectful, but sentient swords may not respond so well to groveling and other such less than courageous responses. ...Or perhaps they're not really understanding what's being conveyed at all. Either way, it isn't long before the group is surrounded by a wall of swords, each Honedge spinning rapidly in a circle to form a cylindrical cage of pointy ends. Time to all get skewered.
...
Or, well, maybe not, since they seem to sit there for a while without moving.
Then, very slowly, the cylindrical cage begins to edge towards the stairs, herding them away from the metal contraption. They can shuffle along quietly if they want, but who knows what other plans the Honedge might have?]
no subject
...
Or, well, maybe not, since they seem to sit there for a while without moving.
Then, very slowly, the cylindrical cage begins to edge towards the stairs, herding them away from the metal contraption. They can shuffle along quietly if they want, but who knows what other plans the Honedge might have?]