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Erica: Oh, that? The Dragon Slayer.
Rickert: Dragon Slayer...?
Godo: A king sent out a proclamation long ago to bring him a sword that could kill a dragon, and so the lord put me on the job. At that time I'd gotten sick of doing work for nobles. "Make 'em refined, make 'em elegant..." Swords are just large butcher knives, after all. Tools meant for killing people. And so I forged it, as it was described. A sword that could butcher...a dragon.
Rickert: S-so then?
Godo: I almost got hung out to dry. So I ran away from the castle town, and I've lived here quietly since. I sure was young back then. Mighty things, things that could kill, that's all there was for me. But if anyone could handle this, it'd still just be a hinderance. I don't like losin' track of the essence of a tool, but that's exactly what I did here. Now it's a good reminder.
Rickert: Can it... kill one? Could this really kill... a dragon?
Godo: If there were any dragons. But you know, this ain't even what you'd call a sword. It's a meaningless slab of iron you can't even lift, for killin' dragons and monsters that ain't even real. Your friend looks like he's about to fight a dragon, though. Seems to want to fight even after losing his hand and eye. He ain't up to the job, is he? Dragons are dragons because humans can't beat 'em.
Zack: Tch! Then why don't you get a lighter one?
And lesser weapons than Chaoseater.
Sten: This weapon is off balance to the point of uselessness. It may as well be scrap metal on a stick. Can I assume you wield it with the intent that it compensate for your inadequate genitals?
Artemis: Sword? This is but my dagger.