Alec finally took a few steps closer, examining the short sword carefully as he did. It reminded him, in a way, of his seraph blade. The length and breadth looked about the same but the blades were radically different. Still, it looked well taken care of and Alec figured that, if needed, it could do damage that would take awhile to heal from.

"I've used staffs before," Alec shared, loosening up just the tiniest bit. Weapons continued to be safe territory. They weren't talking about Idris or anything personal and he wasn't trying to painfully make small talk either. "Feather staff, mostly. I don't have one here. I've got a guisearme though. It's a family weapon."

Alec remembered feeling so proud, so pleased that his father had let him use his favored weapon. He'd thought that maybe they were going to be able to close the chasm between them but then the battle had happened, the demon had happened.

Darrow had happened.