Thank you kindly. Haven't seen the anime, but the plot seems intriguing. I'll take the compliment!

Appreciate it!

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Attenuation time with a magic blade can vary wildly, depending on the age and strength of the blade, its sentience, and the will of it's bearer.

The occasion where I'd claimed mine, tearing it from the rotten hands of a lich which promptly rose in furious battle, didn't offer much opportunity for quick bonding.

That is, until the undead wyrm broke through the cavern wall, thundering it's challenge and throwing Thagror the Barbarian aside with a sweep of it's tail, Hellreaver ringing with a crash to the stone. I threw my trusty yet un-enchanted blade aside and fumbled my newly acquired magical weapon from its sheath. Holding it before me, I rushed through the words I'd been taught, arcane and senseless to my ears but charged with power.

holy shIT WHAT?! The voice echoed as if from a great distance before thundering into my head.

I staggered from the impact, looking up to see Tatiana mid-flurry, dual wielding her weapon Spiteblade and a lesser enchanted as she weaved a metallic blur before the wyrm.

"Um, Blade?" I muttered, unsure of the next step.

How many years I sleep, and I wake to this.

Aelric the Paladin strode before the undead creature, wielding the massive Dragonstooth in both hands before him.

"I don't really like it either," I pleaded with the weapon, "could you please...?"

Ugh, is that Hellreaver? What an ass. I've been at the sides of kings and emperors I'll have you know.

"You're about to join me between the teeth of an Undead Wyrm if you don't do something... magical or whatever."

Hmph. Fine.

The sword shuddered in my grasp, flaring with light so bright I shut my eyes to it and fell to my knees. After a moment everything seemed to still, and I blinked my eyes open against the afterimage the sword had left. The wyrm's open maw hovered feet away.

I leapt backwards, tumbling and quickly gaining my feet before leveling the sword in my hands at the creature. "Sword! Blast! Fire!"

Are you serious? Is this your first time? Look around, idiot, everything's still.

I did so, and turned my eyes back to the glossy metal in my hands. "Wow. How?"

Because I'm not a weak, fleshy mortal. The sigh was inaudible, but clearly felt. Have you ever bonded a magical item before?

"Um, no. This would be a first."

The sword let me know, in no uncertain terms, how displeased it was with this current arrangement. Well, we're gonna get nowhere fast as we are. What's your name?

"Rilidan. And, uh, what's yours?"

Jeff. Now, I need you to open-

"Wait, what, Jeff? Is that what you said?"

Yes, and in fact I projected it directly into your mind. I can only assume the echoes there disrupted that.

"Yeah...but...Jeff..."

Ask one more time and I will snuff out your life force like a guttering candle.

"Ok. Jeff. What do we do next?"

Normally you would lead this, but open your mind and I'll form the bond.

I followed these instructions, and felt a stronger awareness of the sword in my hands, almost a soft thrum between my palms and the hilt.

Ok, now hold me up, level with the Wyrm's forehead. No, idiot, I need slack in your arms to move, I'm going to stab it. Don't drop me. This time freeze will break in just a moment.

And suddenly the world arounds roared back into light and motion, and Jeff the Blade pierced deeply through the skull of the undead creature, a blast of dark magic ripping from its animated corpse. The rest of the party gathered around, congratulating me with hearty handshakes and stress-relieving laughter. We admired our handiwork before moving to collect our hard-won loot.

I paused, glancing down at my new sword. "Thanks Jeff." I whispered.

Don't talk to me. I can literally hear your thoughts. Another one of those sighs. This is going to be a long binding.

"There's always the chance I could die quickly."

Don't give me false hope like that.

"We're gonna do great, Jeff."

Shut up and go find something shiny.