My uncle Kichik Khan was a peculiar man. He was manly and brave but held tight to his sword. Of all his weapons he trusted most in his sword. "Six-flanged mace, flail, hatchet, and battle-axe work in one place when they strike" he would say, "But when a sword hits the mark it works from head to foot."
: If by life or death I can protect you, I will. You have my sword.
(after switching weapons)
All right. We’ll follow up on his lead and then bust the poor guy out of the Foot